“Ok, spill, what are your plans for the zombie apocalypse?” Hiten asked, a smile from side to side, their cheeks warm from the alcohol already in their system, offering random people drinks from a tab that they knew they couldn’t pay at the end of the night - though they were certain they could get away with it again. “Because I’m calling it, if not last year, this is the perfect year.” ( @isla-chastain )
















