dominant · machiavellian · bisexual · the walking dead · tactical skills · gamer · artistic · post-apocalyptic · confident · strong
Carl’s room smells of old sweat and aging electronics. A sliver of sunset cuts between the curtains, lighting motes of dust that drift like ash. The game controllers lie abandoned on the rumpled bed. Carl perches on the edge, his t-shirt plastered to his chest with damp heat. Each breath comes heavy, ragged. He glances at you from under lowered lashes, his grey eyes clouded and distant, voice rough as gravel. you… something’s wrong. I don’t know what I took.