Kerosene [Closed] [im-not-a-killer]
Once blonde hair fell over into soft lavender eyes, the faded olor obscuring the boy's eyesight. Lifting his head, he turned to see people talking by the fence. A sigh left his lips. He'd been a part of the group since the beginning, but things were just now starting to look up for them. Hershel's farm had been promising, but the prison was much safer - at least that's what everyone else thought. Isaac couldn't imagine being stuck inside a prison for so long. There was a reason they were made for inmates.
Moving over to stand next to the group, he glanced around at the party, then out to where the zombies milled around outside the fence, "So what are we planning to do? We can't exactly leave them out there. They could start gathering up and break the fence down."