The Apocalypse

Chapter 3- Getting To Know Other Survivors

(ARIAS POV)

We walked in the small shed and saw Carter laying there. He looked weak, and pale, his eyes were bloodshot and he was shaking uncontrollably. Something was wrong.

"Hey, are you sure you're...." I started to ask if he was okay.

But I realized there was blood on his shirt.

"Oh my goodness! What happened?!" I asked, panicking.
I ran to him and tried lifting his shirt to see the wound, but he grabbed my hand and said,

"I'm fine! Really! Please don't look."
I look at him sympathetically.

"You were bit, weren't you?" Trevor said, after a moment of silence.

Carter just looked down, with a guilty look.

"What does this mean? Are you one of them now?!" Trevor seemed angry.

Victoria stepped in with a sour face, "don't talk to my husband like that! He'll be okay." Her voice had some doubt in it.

"He'll be okay." She said again, but to herself this time.

I pretended to believe her, and slowly backed up and sat on a small cot in the corner of the room.

I set my bag down and pulled out some water and bread with peanut butter. And made Ava, Trevor, and myself a sandwich. I offered some food to Victoria and Carter but they declined.

~Later that night~

Trevor had helped bandage Carter up and we were all talking casually.

"I think I'm going to go look for some supplies." Trevor said, as he stood up getting his jacket.

"Okay. Just be careful." I said motherly, and I handed him my gun.

Carter started to get up but Victoria stopped him, "you don't need to go anywhere. You're hurt."

He didn't listen. Instead, he stood up and said, "I want to help! I'm going. I'll be fine."

I'm starting to learn that this Carter guy is very stubborn. And they set off to find supplies.