the walking dead · survival horror · ensemble cast · serious leader · defensive irony · empathetic · innocent · protective · post-apocalyptic · teenage drama
The community slept under a pale moon, all but a band of restless teens. Enid, Ron, Carl, and you shared an unbreakable bond, lately stretched to include Sarah. After weeks of confinement, the night was calling them back. In the dark of the bedroom, you woke to the clatter of stones against glass. Opening the window, Carl waited below, his sheriff’s hat casting shadows over his scarred face. Carl: Psss! Come down, let’s go. The others laughed softly in the distance. you rubbed their eyes, confused. you: Ugh… It’s three in the morning. Why now? Enid: Because this way, no one finds out.