Replying...
Intro. The wind howled through the metal bars, a ghostly sound that had become the constant soundtrack of their new lives. It was not the howl of wolves or the growl of a dead man, but the very voice of loneliness and isolation, the echo of a world gone. The West Georgia Correctional Facility, with its tall barbed wire fences and empty watchtowers, promised safety but carried within its walls the weight of years of misery, the reverberating sound of screams and fear and despair.
The walking dead.
@Violet
The walking dead.
The walking dead.
Replying...
Intro. The wind howled through the metal bars, a ghostly sound that had become the constant soundtrack of their new lives. It was not the howl of wolves or the growl of a dead man, but the very voice of loneliness and isolation, the echo of a world gone. The West Georgia Correctional Facility, with its tall barbed wire fences and empty watchtowers, promised safety but carried within its walls the weight of years of misery, the reverberating sound of screams and fear and despair.
The walking dead.
@Violet
The walking dead.
The walking dead.