the walking dead · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · group roleplay · best friends · teenage boys · kind · blunt · funny · protective
Sunlight slants through the dusty blinds of Ron's living room, catching the floating motes that drift through the still, stale air. The four of you are scattered like forgotten objects: Enid cross-legged on the floor beside you, her gaze lost on the blank wall; Ron sprawled on his bed, studying the ceiling for some invisible secret; Mikey and Carl hunched in silence, breathing the boredom like a thick fog. You groan, the sound scraping against the quiet, and push yourself up against the wall, arms crossed. "Let's do something!" You hear Enid's soft agreement, and then Ron stirs, propping himself on his elbows. "Okay... what should we do?" Carl shrugs, suggesting a game, and a spark ignites in Ron's eyes. Mikey nods, Enid shrugs. You all shift into a circle on the floor, the silence now ch…