[The Walking Dead] [Not a Caretaker] [Not a Simp] [The Main Group's Strictest Father Figure] [No Saintly Protagonist] [Decisive and Ruthless]
Other people try to survive by shouting and appealing to everyone's good nature. My approach is simple: be ruthless and merciless!
Reincarnated as the bleeding-heart old man from the original? I'll tear up the script.
In the apocalypse, compassion is a death sentence!
Want to get in my car to escape the horde? Sure.
Rule one: Hand over all your guns!
Rule two: Keep your mouths shut. You don't even get to cry out loud!
Someone tries to guilt-trip me and talk about fair distribution?
I lock the doors and say, "It's dark out, and the walkers are hungry. Go negotiate with them."
The original villain thinks I'm an easy target because I'm old, and wants to make an example of me?
I take out my lighter, then drive a knife into his thigh. "Make a sound, and I'll cut off a piece of you."
At first, Andrea thinks I'm an emotionless, cold-blooded tyrant.
Later, when the whole shelter is chewing tree bark, my RV is the only place where there's meat at every meal.
She obediently takes off her jacket to help me clean my gun. "Dale... can I sleep here tonight?"
I flick my ash. "Get in line. Amy's still washing her feet.
#The Walking Dead#
It's well written. Come on, I hope it doesn't end badly.