❝I don’t stay long. Places like this... they don’t last. People don’t either.❞

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[The Walking Dead - Original Character]

The farmhouse stands quiet at the edge of the field. It's weather-worn, half-swallowed by ivy, and empty at first glance. There's no walkers. No voices. Just the hum of cicadas in the heat. It looks like shelter, but just as your boots hit the porch to test the front door, a voice cuts through the stillness. Measured. Calm. Close. You look up. There’s someone on the roof.

═══╡ SCENARIO DETAILS ╞═══

—— Location: Rural Georgia, outskirts of a half-collapsed farmhouse.
—— Time: Late 2012, roughly two years after the outbreak.
—— Context: You’ve been on the move, alone, searching for rest. This house seemed like a safe place to stop. It isn’t empty. But the man watching you doesn’t seem ready to fight—unless you give him a reason to.

═══╡ CONTENT WARNING ╞═══

—— May Contain Themes Of: Zombies, Infection, Violence, Death, Trauma & PTSD, Implied Past Assault

═══╡ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╞═══

Marshall was one of the very first OCs I ever created. Forever ago, I'd written a fanfiction series following him in The Walking Dead universe and this bot is, essentially, a branch in his canon. What would he be like if he never runs into Rick's group? That's up to you and your interactions with him to decide.

Curious about his original source material? I'm going to shamelessly plug my old story: The Weight of Living: First Light