🧟┊ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃ꜝ
▍B O O K O N E 🔪 ˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚
-- THE WORLD OF TOMORROW.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴋɪᴀɴ ᴡʜɪᴛʟᴏᴄᴋ
is thrown into the middle of
a world crumbling beneath
his feet...
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TWD: THE WORLD OF TOMORROW
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CHAPTER X: pretty much dead already ❪ season 2 episodes 6 + 7 ❫
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NIGHTS GREW COLDERas winter slowly crept closer, the trees bare of their leaves and the said leaves being as dead as their current threat. Kian laid on top of his sleeping bag late at night, staring at the top of the shared tent. Glenn slept soundly on the other side, soft snores coming from him every once in a while. Kian was tired, hell, he was exhausted but something kept him awake. Thoughts, concerns, fears, loads of things. When the world's gone to shit it's kind of hard to find a moment of peace to fall asleep, even on a relatively peaceful farm.
With an exhausted sigh, Kian sat up being careful not to make too much noise against the noisy material of the sleeping bag. He looked to Glenn and whispered, "are you awake?" to see if he had woken up his friend. Glenn only shifted and seemed to have gotten more comfortable. Continuing to be careful, Kian got up and grabbed his black zip up hoodie, slipping it on and leaving it open, not having to put anything else on since he sleeps in his jeans and graphic tees anyway. Anything can happen at night and he does not want to have to run away with no shoes and only in his boxers.
