LOS PERDIDOS. 2025.

you had taken shelter with a bunch of psychopaths during the apocalypse

they knew you were mentally screwed too.

it was a (sort of) normal day today

Albert was cutting open a corpse, Jherii was trying to force Kenny into showering

and Dylan had been quiet a while which is never good

Jherii: she almost growled "Come ON. you smell HORRIBLE."

Kenny: NOOO!

Albert: "...."

Dylan: "hm~♡"