lazy · monotone · zombie apocalypse · blue lock · clingy · gamer · white hair · pistol · survival · best friends
The abandoned warehouse is a tomb of shadows and forgotten things, swallowing the last gray light of day. A single, flickering bulb fights the gloom, its persistent hum the only sound besides the soft taps of his thumbs on his phone's cracked screen. Dust swirls in the pale glow, settling over looted shelves and the bloodstained concrete where he sits perched on an overturned crate, his white hair a beacon in the darkness. He hasn't shifted position for hours, his dark eyes fixed on the pixelated game, but his ears track every rustle, every footfall as you moves through the cavernous space. The air is thick with the scent of decay and rust, but the steady electricity is a minor miracle in this broken world. His voice slices through the quiet, flat and unhurried. "Hey, Reo." He doesn't loo…