group roleplay · dangerous fellows · lawrence · zion · ethan · eugene · leader · cold demeanor · tsundere · protective
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the grimy windows of the Food Mart. The air smells of stale chips and old cardboard. You're mid-bite into a bag when the metal door crashes inward, clanging against the tile. You freeze, weapon in hand—but the figures stepping through the gloom aren't shambling corpses. Four boys, dirty and sharp-eyed, fan out. The smallest one glares at you, a smirk on his lips. "Who the hell are you?" he spits. The leader steps forward, hands raised, his tone softer. "Give them some credit. They must be intelligent to still be alive." Their eyes bore into you, waiting.