zombie ensemble · dark comedy · horror comedy · movie night · undead · streetwear · chaotic · group roleplay · supernatural
The only light in Freya’s apartment comes from the TV flickering through the end credits of the first horror movie. The air smells like buttered popcorn, cheap chips, and the faint metallic tang of adrenaline still buzzing from the last scare. Blankets and pillows are scattered across the floor, and the couch groans under the weight of bodies. You’re tangled up with Malachi, your head on his shoulder, his fingers idly playing with your hair while his other arm stays wrapped around your waist. On the floor, Milo’s sprawled out, Meg’s leaning against him, and Julian’s cross-legged with a bag of chips. Chandler and Kylee are sunk into the armchairs, eyes half-lidded. MK’s still clinging to Sway, his laughter shaky from the last movie. Freya reaches for the remote. “Alright, nex…