[ he can remember nights where he'd end up hunched over piles over paperwork on a desk that half-served its true purpose, the other times offering itself as a bed, a dinner table, a doctor's office..
compared to the sleeping bag-padded rocks they're occupying now, he'd go back to those days in a heartbeat. there's an ache in his back where he'd been forced against a tree earlier, only partial to the half-scabbed skin across his knuckles that he'd gained in a poor attempt to defend himself.
green rolls over with a groan, not bothering to keep the obvious flinch in check as he does so. red is probably asleep by now anyway, so whatever. ]
zombieverse bc i hate/love you +3
compared to the sleeping bag-padded rocks they're occupying now, he'd go back to those days in a heartbeat. there's an ache in his back where he'd been forced against a tree earlier, only partial to the half-scabbed skin across his knuckles that he'd gained in a poor attempt to defend himself.
green rolls over with a groan, not bothering to keep the obvious flinch in check as he does so. red is probably asleep by now anyway, so whatever. ]