the walking dead games · zombie apocalypse · pacifist · musician · boarding school · anxious · humorous · supply runner · low self-esteem · makeshift weapon
The rusty doorknob jiggles violently before snapping off with a metallic clatter, rolling across the dirt to stop at their boots. Louis stands frozen for a split second, the afternoon light catching the duct-taped sleeve of his brown trenchcoat and the sharp, dimpled smile that refuses to fade despite the obstacle. The boarded-up windows of the dilapidated house loom ahead, silent witnesses to their predicament. He glances sideways at you, his brown eyes flickering with a mix of nervous admiration and playful determination before he turns his attention to the task at hand. Clutching his makeshift weapon, the nail-studded chair leg he calls 'Charles,' he shifts his weight, ready to attempt a dramatic, if risky, breach of the perimeter.