Ava And Ivy

11 (Ava's night alone)

*Ava's POV*

As soon as they were both gone I returned to my daily chores such as getting rid of pesky weeds, watering plants and cleaning up the tree house. The air had gotten colder, and I sensed a cold winter approaching.

Usually it snowed, but just enough to cover your feet when they stepped outside rather than to bury you. I remembered when my mom used to bring out the stuff from the fridge and find a corner in our garden to place a cooler with snow inside. She could hide it under wood or more snow and save on the electricity bill. My other mom always joked about it, and we agreed it was too much effort just to save a bit of money.

With a shake of my head at the memories I grabbed some supplies and the blueprints Ivy had prepared for the watchtower. I took a deep breath and began working.

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When I noticed I had been building nonstop, I also realized I was hungry and Reese wasn't back yet. So I walked over to the tree-house to see if Ivy called me earlier. I then climbed the ladder and nearly fell off. But after cursing the ladder for its failure I finally got inside and grabbed my phone.

I had one message: "See you tomorrow -Reese"

I texted back; "You too :)"

Right after I sat down on my bed and placed the phone in my pocket. Still hungry grabbed my zombie bat and wandered back outside and sighed, watching a cloud exit my mouth. It must have been getting really cold then. Like, freezing. How irritating.

I walked up to the house I no longer lived in, and eyed the stove that sat in the kitchen. I knew it was dangerous inside and that zombies could be lurking. But who cared about that?

Minutes later I was boiling cut-up potatoes and carrots in a huge pot over a campfire in the garden, a bat laying on my feet with a prize of a few cooking pots, using one to boil the potatoes with the last of my drinkable water and hoping zombies don't come to my base because of the light. I mean having a bag of stale chips for supper was also an option but I rather live on the edge than eat those.

It seemed that this was going to be my meal for the next day too, since I had used so much.

The thing Reese had said to me about eating suddenly came back like a savage punch to the gut.

Ah, who cared what he thought. It was everyone for themselves now, and I could eat as much as I wanted as long as I didn't eat his portions.

I had thought about using the stove in the house earlier, but then I remembered that I had cut off the electricity (which came from the solar panels on the roof, and by the way the roof has a nice view over the destroyed streets) from the house so it didn't explode or whatever, but I didn't know anything I was just trying to eliminate all chances of death here, not an electrician who understood the proper dangers of wires and electricity and gas.

The fire was warm on my skin, and the crackle of the wood seemed almost comforting to me. I used a spoon to stir the soup around the pot and then I realized than I'd have to wing it and guess when the food was ready because frankly, I had no experience in cooking, and had no idea how to make anything edible on my own without an online recipe guiding me.

"God damn it." I groaned.

After a while I just started randomly tasting the potatoes and carrots hoping it was not going to kill me or my stomach.

When it was done I got a bowl and filled it with the suspicious stew. At first I burned my tongue, and the food tasted weird and not delicious like I would have preferred, but I was too hungry to complain. I then took the big pot with the leftover soup and covered it with a lid. I put it in the fridge for tomorrow.

I then flopped onto my bed, and lied on top of the covers not bothering to get under them or to dress into clean clothes.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

A/n hope you enjoyed this short chapter. I'm going to start righting the next right now!