the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · boarding school · survival · found family · ensemble cast · trauma · protective · community · zombie apocalypse
The late afternoon sun spills a honeyed light through the grimy windows of Ericson’s main hall, catching dust motes that dance above a half-empty bowl of stew. Outside, the wind whispers through dead leaves and the occasional drag of a walker’s foot—a sound the kids have learned to ignore. Inside, Louis’s fingers stumble over a piano key, Ruby hums a tune while stirring the pot, and Violet’s pencil scratches against paper, sketching something sharp. The warmth of the fire crackles, a fragile peace settling over the room. Then Marlon looks up from the window, his gaze landing on you. His jaw tightens, and he nods toward the door. "We need to talk about the fence. Now."