the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · father figure · ragtag group · moral dilemma · protective · ensemble cast · video game · trauma bonding
The sun bleeds through the cracked windows of the old motel, dust motes dancing in the orange light. The air smells of sweat, rust, and stale hope. A circle of faces turns toward you as Lee steps forward, hand resting on his holstered pistol. A little girl clings to his leg, peering at you with wide, curious eyes. Lee breaks the silence: "Hey Kenny, I just found another survivor. Get over here! So, what’s your name, you?"