Injured souls - the walking dead

|001 - Innocence|

Evelyn wakes up to see her clothes being frantically packed, but her mother, Mary, is yelling from out in the living room while her dad, John, is packing her clothes unknowingly that she is now awake.

Evelyn hears her father's footsteps retreat as he goes out to the living room to help her mother with the loose zombie that got through the barricade, we had put up the day before.

"We can't stay here." Mary says dragging the walker out the back door this time and reinforcing the barricade once again.

John looks down at the ground and shakes his head

"How can we tell eve she will never understand this, Mary." John says walking back and forth in the living room watching Mary reinforce the barricade.

"She has to learn one way or another John." Mary says finishing up with the barricade and walking towards Evelyn's room.

John sees Mary and jolts in front of her while then returning to packing my clothes, while mary rubs Evelyn's back gently.

"baby girl wake up we have to leave." Mary says still rubbing her back while starting to pick her up.

Evelyn rubs her eyes as she drifts back to sleep. John grabs all the things putting them in the car while Mary got Evelyn in the back, before driving off to look for safe houses.

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5 months later
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John is fishing down by the water banks and Evelyn and Mary are washing clothes and hanging them up when they hear rustling in the woods, Evelyn peaks through the leaves and find what it looks like to be a raccoon.

"Aww he was so cute." Evelyn says to Mary as John was shooing it away with one hand while an assortment of skinned fish in the other.

"Dinner is served!" He says plating the fish on our makeshift plates of leaves, Evelyn goes to grab some more water and accidentally knock over John's water spilling it all over him and his food.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?!" he says while jumping up from his seat and getting in her face.

Evelyn sits there still and silent like shes pretending to be dead, like she wanted to be at that moment.

"Fucking kids." He says sitting back down shaking his head.

He stands up as he walks over to the tree and picks off a thin tree branch with loads of leaves on it then comes back over as he sits by the fire, picking the leaves off the branch.

"Now put out your arm." He says holding the empty tree branch with no more leaves. Evelyn holds out her arm with her long sleeves on.

"Roll em up!" He says aggressively.

But as soon as she rolled her sleeves up, she regretted everything. He took the stick held it up in the air and then he whipped it on her arm, and it hit her skin like razor blades, but he wouldn't stop, not even when she was crying and begging.

He liked seeing her in pain, he liked being in control. You could hear the wind and impact of the hard rough spike filled branch hitting her soft innocent skin, over and over and over again.

"Good now roll it up." He says throwing the branch in the fire pit. "Now don't make me do it again." He says going to lay down in the one tent we had brought.

Evelyn sat there in tears holding her arm, blood soaking through her sleeves. Evelyn can see her mother peeking out the tent looking at her. Why did she let him do that, why didn't she help her baby girl.