It’s one of those minutes that feel like an hour. She’s waiting. She’s waiting until it’s time to act, and in the meantime she’s one with the shadows she’s hiding in. Except for the fact that shadows don’t wield baseball bats… And they’re probably not scared as hell either.
It’s three years after the zombie apocalypse and Sansa’s life is not what she had expected it would be, but there are still a few surprises left for her.
I had to.