#threads: hershel

[psykicks]

@l1ghthouses gets a thing for Ian.

"He leveled a gun at me." For now it was safe, no scratching at the door, no groaning at the windows, no eyes peeking between the gaps in the wood of the little cabin.

Hershel sat with his good leg crossed over the prosthetic, sharpening his pocket knife. "I was fifteen. What about you? Your father?"