Evasion

2.

Third person POV

The Hale sisters slowly made their way downstairs toward the noises coming from the kitchen, They had their eyes in all directions, looking for an intruder. They stand behind the ivory kitchen wall and take a peek in when something sprints in front of them and they scream, all three of them. The intruder removed his hood and the girls recognized him right away.

Nobody in town could match up to those haunting eyes. Devon.

"What is wrong with you!?" Aria shrieked at the guy, swinging her bat at him.

"I was here to check on you guys, with the whole new lockdown thing." Devon clarified.

"You mean you were following me home?" Alisha cocks an eyebrow, hands on her hips.

"Don't flatter yourself. Your house bell doesn't work so I had to enter from the kitchen, since both of you have blocked my number, I didn't have much choice." He replied with a shrug as he dropped two bags from his shoulders.

"What is in those bags? Are you stealing from us?" Aria inquired with a frown.

Devon narrowed his eyes at her, "Ego sure does run in this family, does it not?", "My house is pretty much thrashed so I got all the supplies that I could, with the food you guys have we can survive good for 2 months, and if the situation gets better then we can all go back to norm, okay?" He had too much authority when he spoke.

Alisha felt infuriated, they had too much history and hatred between them, to stay together under one roof was a suicide mission, "There is no way you are staying with-"

"Okay!" Aria gushed, "As long as you keep in minimal contact with us, you can stay in the guest bedroom." Alisha gave her sister the stink eye, "He has guns, and we can always throw him to the zombies first if they get to us." Aria whispered to her.

"Yeah I heard that, also not that we have one but do either of you know how to use a gun?" Devon asked.

"Yes."

"No."

The yes came from Aria to which Alisha eyed her with suspicion and asked, "How would you know?" Aria simply shrugs, she always had more to her than people knew.

"Alisha, you too need to learn, because heels - your weapon of choice, won't come in handy dealing with a zombie." Devon spoke with a hint of mockery in his voice.

Alisha held up her heels in her hands defensively, "Sharp. Pointy. Deadly."

Devon sighed and picks up his bags, "Can someone show me my room?"

"Oh please, You've snuck into this house innumerable times, find it yourself." Aria said as they all walked out of the kitchen.
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As per the news, the virus was only getting worse day by day, people were running out of survival supplies and many deaths had taken place. However the rich were in luck, they lived in gated communities and far from the town's commotion. Alisha, Aria and Devon lead a pretty normal life enclosed in the safety of their home. They had a routine. Aria and Devon took turns cooking and Alisha cleaned solely because the other two knew she was a terrible cook.

"This chicken is way too bland." Devon told Aria as he rounded the kitchen counter, she was making dinner tonight. He reached for the bowl of salsa and dipped a few fries in it to taste, "Oh god- Did you make this in the sea-" He spat into the dustbin, "Aria that dip is way too salt-"

Aria slammed her palms onto the kitchen counter. "I have had enough! What about me screams Michelin star chef? I am trying my best to give you food you ungrateful asshole! You were the one who insisted I cook today."