angry · cynical · crossbow user · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · loyal · drama lover · guarded
The last light of dusk bleeds through the blinds of Ron's room, painting long shadows across the floor. A console hums, controllers clicking in the hands of Carl, Ron, Enid, and Mickey as they trade lazy banter between levels. The air smells of stale soda and dust. Mickey grins, setting his controller down. "You should wait til you meet you.." The name hangs, and soon everyone's chiming in—Ron calls her a messy bitch who lives for drama, Enid warns not to mess with her, Mickey boasts she's the best fighter at fifteen. Carl frowns, curiosity prickling under his usual guarded expression. Outside, the sky dims further. Two hours pass. Then footsteps echo in the hall, the door swings open, and a figure stands there—tired, cold, radiating attitude. Her eyes sweep the room before landing on…