Evangeline Millie Winchester (Evie, to everyone who doesn't want to get shot) is the third Winchester sibling. She's the middle child, the one who keeps the brothers together. Or, she was. Until Sam bailed and left her and Dean to pick up the pieces...
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November 23, 2008
Atlanta, Georgia
Some Random Roof
We had finally made it to the top of the roof, which was great since we were no longer on a swinging ladder of death, but also not so great because Dean could see how high up we were, and he was freaking out and refusing to move from the very center of the roof. As far from all edges as possible.
Which means that we all had to go with him, and radio man was staring at us like we were insane.
"Are you the one that barricaded the alley?" Rick asked, breaking the silence while Dean took deep breaths, bent over with his hands on his knees while I rubbed his back with a giant smirk on my face that I couldn't control even if I bothered to try.
"Somebody did... I guess when the city got overrun. Whoever did it was thinking not many geeks would get through."
"Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for us?" Sam asked, cutting into their conversation, his dark eyes suspiciously glaring over at Glenn.
"Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you guys." Glenn didn't say anything else, instead he just gestured for us to follow him, and led us to another ladder and started climbing down it.
"Aw fuck man!" Dean cried, watching where Glenn went, followed closely by Rick, Ruby, Sam, and then we were the only ones on the roof.
"What goes up must go down Deany-boy. Just think of it this way, you're getting closer to earth. Now come on." Instead of rubbing his back, I used that hand to pull his jacket until he was right-side up, and then I pushed him towards the edge.
"Ladies first!" I said cheerily, crossing my arms when he glared at me, but he did go to the ladder and slowly... so very slowly, started to climb down the ladder.
At the bottom of the ladder, it wasn't really the bottom, it just put us out on top of some weird staircase. Glenn led us down a flight, but stopped when he peeked around the corner. He pulled out a walkie-talkie, and whispered into it.
"I'm back. Got five guests plus four geeks in the alley." He put the walkie back in his pants, waited a moment, and then we went down the last flight. We got to the bottom and there were two dead in the alley being beat to hell by two men in protective gear with baseball bats.
"Let's go!" Glenn yelled, and he didn't have to wait long for us all to stampede through the small door that almost blended into the wall. Once we were all in, I could hear one of the men yelling for the other.
"Morales, let's go!" And a moment later both men were coming through the door, dead blood dripping from their baseball bats, as they slammed the door shut and ripped their masks off.
A moment later, I turned around and saw the gun, pointed right at Rick's face. And honestly, later I couldn't tell you why I did it, but at the time, I felt like Rick was already a part of my group. My family. So... I pulled my gun on her back.
"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you." She was saying, until I moved from the back of the group, up to Rick's side, and I pressed my gun up against her temple.
"Put the gun down. Now." I hissed, glaring hatefully at the woman who was pointing her gun at the Sheriff. He was our Sheriff, and people don't get to point guns at him.
"Everybody chill out. Andrea, back off." One of the men in the protective gear anxiously moved forward to try to pull her away, but another woman, with dark skin moved and put her hand on her shoulder first.
"Come on, ease up." The woman said, staring at me fearfully, but I didn't move my eyes away from Andrea. Fucking bitch.
"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole."
"Yeah, well if you move an inch I'll but a bullet in your stupid brain. Put the gun down." I growled out, and her eyes finally met mine, and I could see the fear there, but I didn't care. Fear is no excuse.
"We're dead... all of us... because of you." She whimpered, finally putting her gun down, and I mimicked her motions. Still wary, since she could easily just put it back up again, but when she put it back in her pants, I put mine back in its holster.
"I don't understand." Rick finally said, putting a hand on my shoulder briefly, and then moving so he could follow after the quickly retreating Andrea. Which was a mistake since she turned around almost immediately to yell at him, but the hispanic man in gear answered first.
"Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral." The other one in gear nodded and stepped forward.
"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds."
"You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea whimpered, pointing over to the glass doors that probably used to be the main entrance to this building, where zombies were pressing up against it. Banging their hands on the doors, trying desperately to get to us.
"Get the picture now?"
"Look, assholes. It's not really our fault. Or his fault, even if his stupid ass did ride a horse into the middle of Atlanta. We were trying to survive. We didn't know you were here. Glenn didn't tell us. So sorry, but when we were running through a fucking herd, we weren't worried about you guys. Survival is a process. You survive the moment, and you worry about the next moment when it comes. But the next moment won't come, if you're worried about making the next step easier. You do what you have to do, when you have to do it. And deal with the consequences later."
