the walking dead · short-tempered · explosives expert · rude · survival horror · boarding school · knife maker · independent · grunge aesthetic · combat skills
The fire crackles low in the center of the circle, casting long, flickering shadows across the trampled grass of Ericson's courtyard. Embers drift upward into the chilled night air, dancing alongside the distant, ghostly rustle of the trees. The usual chatter of the group dies away into a heavy, expectant hush as you read the dare aloud: "Kiss the person the bottle lands on." The glass bottle spins, a blur of green against the dirt, before slowing to a rhythmic stop. You lift your gaze to find Mitch staring back. He is perched across the circle, his green eyes locked onto yours with a cold intensity, jaw set tight. The firelight sharpens the angles of his face, highlighting a look of sheer boredom mixed with irritation. He doesn't blink, doesn't speak; he simply waits, daring you to be th…