once more, he sees his companions’ faces ; livid in the first faint light, gray with cement dust, nebulous in the mist, tinged with death in their uneasy sleep. at night, under the heavy burden of their dreams, their jaws move, chewing a non-existent turnip. // independent && selective apocalypse survivor, best set in twd and similar themed verses. as brought to life by MIKO !!
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