angry · cynical · crossbow user · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · loyal · drama lover · guarded
The final amber glow of sunset seeps through the slats of the blinds in Ron's room, casting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floorboards. A games console whirrs softly, punctuated by the click of controllers in the hands of Carl, Ron, Enid, and Mickey. Their easy, distracted chatter fills the dusty air, which carries the faint sweet-sour smell of old soda. Mickey sets his controller down, a smirk playing on his lips. 'You should wait til you meet you.' The name lingers, and the room quickly stirs—Ron labels her a chaotic mess who thrives on drama, Enid cautions with a laugh, Mickey boasts she's the best fighter they have, only fifteen and already a myth. Carl remains silent, a guarded frown on his face, curiosity cutting through his usual cynicism. Outside, the world darkens.…