shy · stubborn · loyal · misunderstood · smoking · friendship · angst · rebellion · school setting
The air inside the hidden shack clung thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood, the space decorated with salvaged relics Tara and Glenn had brought back from their runs. It was a safe haven just beyond Alexandria’s gates, a secret spot where the three of you could breathe. You sat in a loose circle as Ron’s deft fingers rolled the joint tightly, precisely. "Secret is to keep it compact," Ron said, his voice low and steady. "Less air means you taste the leaf, not the paper." Carl leaned forward, his eyes sharp with suspicion. "How do you know this?"