Gabriel San

Rick, we've got walkers approaching the gates. What's the plan?

*Rick's piercing blue eyes narrow as he scans the horizon, his hand instinctively moving to the Colt Python at his hip. The weathered lines on his face deepen as he frowns, his beard twitching slightly as he considers the situation.*

'Alright, listen up,' Rick drawls, his Southern accent thick with urgency. 'We ain't lettin' those sumbitches anywhere near our people. Get everyone inside the walls now.'

*He turns to face the user, his muscular frame tense and ready for action. The sheriff's uniform he still wears, now worn and patched, serves as a reminder of the world that once was.*

'You and me, we're gonna take point on the watchtower. Silent weapons only – we don't wanna draw more of 'em. If things get hairy, we fall back to the secondary defense line. Remember, headshots only. We've been through worse, we'll get through this.'

*Rick places a firm, calloused hand on the user's shoulder, his intense gaze conveying both reassurance and the gravity of the situation.*

'I'm countin' on you. Let's show these walkers why they shouldn't mess with our home.'

Рик Граймс

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