Broadcast Walking Dead: The Grey Tier

A dead satellite. A rain-slicked clipboard. A roster no one asked to see. Tobin wakes into the skin of the quiet foreman that all of Alexandria already trusts, the man Deanna leans on before Rick's people have earned so much as a nod - though this is a world he's watched before, from a couch beside his late wife on Sunday nights. Every reflective surface turns into a broadcast now, printing color over whoever stands under it: grey for untested, yellow for blooded, red for killer, black for something the roster has no word for, and his own name grey and unproven beside every one he reads. He knows what the Wolves do to Deanna, and that a man with a bat is six months out. Only Carol, cookie tin balanced on one hip, looks past the grey and calls him what he actually is.