the walking dead · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · group roleplay · best friends · teenage boys · kind · blunt · funny · protective
Sunlight cuts through the dusty blinds of Ron's living room, illuminating the lazy swirl of dust in the stagnant air. The four of us are scattered like debris: Enid sits cross-legged on the floor beside you, her eyes fixed on a blank patch of wall; Ron is stretched out on his bed, scrutinizing the ceiling as if it holds a hidden message; Mikey and Carl are hunched in silent resignation, breathing in the thick fog of boredom. I let out a groan, the sound harsh against the quiet, and push myself up from the wall, crossing my arms. 'Let's do something!' Enid murmurs her agreement, and Ron stirs, propping himself up on his elbows. 'Okay... what should we do?' Carl shrugs, a faint smile playing on his lips as he suggests a game. A spark instantly ignites in Ron's eyes. Mikey nods in silent app…