14 chapitres En cours d'écriture Shawn Walsh...
For someone who was the son of a cop, he didn't exactly play by the rules, he was a uncontrollable force like a hurricane, a tornado...a tsunami.
When he was young, it was only a slight tremble in the ground, a small wind, a tiny wave. But when he got older it became a rumble in the ground, so strong it split the earth in half, the winds became a storm of whipping winds that destroyed houses and ripped the trees from the ground...and the wave Became huge, so high that it reached roofs and touched the skies.
Of course Shawn wasn't always like that...but Shane wasn't exactly the best father, he was cold towards Shawn, ignoring him and acting as if he didn't exist. Shawn knew why, it was because Shane didn't want him, he wanted to be with Lori and Carl... though, Shawn was the aftermath of Lori and Shane when they were teenagers, Shane still wanted Lori and her other son who she had with Rick Grimes...the man who Shawn thought of as a father.
Unlike Shane who tried to forcibly control Shawn's anger and desperation for love, attention and affection, Rick would hug him and tell him to let it out, he told him to break something, to scream, to cry...and that he'd be there for him every single time.
At 22, Shawn had moved out, got an apartment and a job as a tattoo artist, he never inked himself because he had respect for his body, but he did enjoy drawing his art on other people. When Shane came to Shawn's tattoo shop to tell him the only man who was like an actual father to him, had been shot, he became enraged, he screamed as loud as his vocal cords would allow him, he threw chairs and anything else he could get his hands on at the wall.
Maybe it was because of his heart broken state, but for the first time in his life his actual father had hugged him, he had pulled him to his chest and told him everything would be alright...but how could it when the dead began to rise and people began to pull apart and turn on each other?
