Evangeline's pov
"Mom what the hell's going on with all the sirens today?" I ask because the sirens haven't stopped going since I woke up. "Eva, you're 13, I told you to stop saying that around me!" My mom demands, although I won't listen. "What? Hell?" I ask, "Why's it so bad to say, I don't even believe in it." My mother furrows her brows, "EVANGELINE LILY BROUN! Go to your room.. you know how I feel when you say that!" "Karen, oh Karen.. you never answered my question." I say, literally only to piss her off. "Eva.. go.. to.. your.. room.. now.." my mothers demands with clenched teeth. I'll actually go because if I don't she'll tell my dad.. and.. I can't deal with him anymore. I want to run away but I know that if I do that son of a bitch will find me.. and.. do unspeakable things to me. I ran away last year to escape, but he found me and beat me black and blue. Every night I cry because of it. Sometimes, my dad will hear me crying and slap me. I always have to make up excuses. How am I supposed to believe in heaven or hell when my mom hates me and my dad think that love means pain. My mom thinks that I get my "bitchy personality" from my friends, but I think it's really because of bad parenting..
I fell asleep for five hours, but wake up to something. More sirens boom. "Shut uuupp" I mumble under my breath and start working on my pre algebra homework. I'm a pretty smart kid for eight grade. I think it's because I get sent to my room so much, and I never get to do anything else. The last time I saw my best friend, Alex, outside of school, was at his birthday party in January, it's September. "3x plus 4 equals 27" I mumble to myself as I solve the equation. More sirens. Why are there so many.
I walk downstairs and say "Hey mom, I'm so sorry for what I said earlier" I really wasn't, "Can I check out the sirens please, I just want to make sure everything's okay." There was only silence. "Mom, please!" I yell. She turned around, but she looked different. Her eyes looked dead, and her skin paler than usual. Her hair was a mess, but still strawberry blonde like mine. Then i saw her mouth. It was covered in blood. And I looked to see where she is. She.. she's on my dad. His eyes are a faded version of his usually vibrant green eyes, they look more like mine now. "MOM?!" I scream, "DAD?!"
-- Three years later --
"Yo Alex, do you smell brownies. Are you making brownies. Oh my god I really hope you are." I ask excitedly, I really fucking want brownies. "What? No. I kinda smell it though." He says, and I suddenly am very disappointed. "Can we check out the smell?" I ask, I really gotta know where that yummy smell is coming from. "I don't think it's safe to just go looking for a smell that makes your nostrils feel good. Dead ones are everywhere, Eva. Not a smart idea." "But brownies." I pout. Alex just smirks and shakes his head. "And come on we know that those dead bastards have nothing on us."
I made him agree, mostly cause I wouldn't shut up. I killed a few dead ones that were right outside the house with a sword that used to be my dads before he died. I wipe the blood off the sword with a leaf that was half orange.. fall was almost here. Alex looks at me, "your eyes look so pretty in this lighting." He says smiling. "Oh shut up, my eyes look like dead grass." I say then smack him, harder than I meant to. I really hate that he tries to be romantic, I don't love him. Not like that. He's my best friend and I probably wouldn't love him like that if we were the last people on earth. But he doesn't know that, he thinks I'm head over heals for him, and I do pretend that I am, cause it makes him happy. "Ow, Eva what the fuck, that hurt." He says, and I can tell he's actually angry. I smile.
We continue walking until the smell is so strong i swear I can taste the brownies. The place is like a mansion, maybe slightly smaller, but it was obvious that more than a few people lived here. "I'll knock, don't look threatening." I say to Alex, even though I don't think he could look threatening. I slowly go up to the door, and knock. It's funny, prior to this apocalypse I was so scared of everything, now I'm practically fearless. A big bald burly man wearing an apron and holding a shot gun answers the door. I would find him intimidating if his apron wasn't floral printed. I almost laughed. "What." He says unenthusiastically. "Is this the place with the brownies? We smelled them and had to check it out." I smiled and he smiled back. He actually seems nice. I haven't seen a nice person in 2 years and I watched them die.
"Mary Lin! There's nice children here, they can't be older than 16, they want to try our brownies!" He yells, half inside the house. "Mary Lin is kind of like the boss here, she's the oldest and the wisest, she makes the decisions." He whispers to Alex and I. "They better not be dangerous!" Says a voice, most likely this Mary Lin chick. "Come in, kids, I'm Mary Lin, and this is Hugh, My husband." Mary Lin looked about 50 years old and Hugh was probably like 40, Mary Lins hair was almost fully gray and her face was wrinkled but not horrible.
The brownies were amazing. In fact I don't think I've had anything just as good as these. They even had white frosting on them. "You were right by the way, we're both 16. These brownies were amazing too." Alex says. "I've never had anything better I don't think, I'm not trying to be rude but how did you get all these ingredients?" I ask confused. "You must not have seen the farm in the back. 200 acres of land, no biter and no human will or can intervenes with us." A young woman says, maliciously smirking. "Annabelle, leave them alone, i trust them, they seem like they have no reason to harm us. But If they try." Hugh pauses and looks at us, "they'll get whats coming." That kind of freaked me out, but I would never do anything to hurt them. "Oh and the frosting was just from a container!" Mary Lin says and immediately Annabelle yells, "So you're saying that those two children are staying with us?!" What?? We are?? "Yes, but only if they want to."
Hell Ya I want to.
