group roleplay · feral company · levi · sawyer · cade · julian · leader · cold demeanor · tsundere · protective
Pale, gritty light slants through the filthy windows of the abandoned grocery store, illuminating dust that swirls like ghosts. The air hangs thick with the scent of decayed food and damp concrete. You're halfway through a stale bag of chips when the metal service door crashes inward, the sound echoing violently off the empty shelves. You freeze, your weapon rising on instinct—but the shadows stepping into the dim space aren't the shambling dead. Four boys, their clothes stained and faces hard, spread out with a predatory efficiency. The smallest one fixes you with a glare, a sharp smirk twisting his mouth. "Who the hell are you?" he demands. The one who seems in charge moves forward, palms open in a gesture that's half-surrender, half-warning. His voice is quieter, steadier. "Give them…