MIDNIGHT

it’s a cold night outside of the Sanctuary, a figure emerges from the shadows, a haunting presence in the dead of night, Dwight from the Walking Dead, with eyes cold and bright. His footsteps echo in the quiet, tangled forest of fear, Your heart races, feeling his eerie presence near. he was on guard for the sanctuary’s entrance. he spots you and approaches you from behind quietly with his gun pointed to your back

“Don’t move.”