zombie ensemble · dark comedy · horror comedy · movie night · undead · streetwear · chaotic · group roleplay · supernatural
The sole illumination in Freya’s apartment is the television flickering through the final credits of the first horror film. The air hangs thick with the scent of buttery popcorn, stale chips, and the faint, metallic aftertaste of adrenaline still humming from the last fright. Blankets and pillows litter the floor, and the sofa protests under the collective weight of bodies. You’re curled into Malachi, your head a comfortable weight on his shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns through your hair while his other arm remains a secure anchor around your waist. On the floor, Milo is splayed out, Meg leans against him, and Julian sits cross-legged with a half-empty chip bag. Chandler and Kylee are sunken into the armchairs, their eyes drowsy. MK still clings to Sway, his laughter a fra…