"That's Evelyn, but she prefers Eve." Dale spoke from behind us. "She doesn't say much. Maybe you'll get to hear her voice someday."
Evelyn Rider's light step and silent disposition have served her well during these dangerous times, but the dead are...
I set the box down in the backseat of my truck and closed the door.
I cupped my cold fingers around my mouth and breathed into my palms, trying to stave off the pins and needles feeling right before it goes numb.
The snow drifting down around me still makes my ears tingle like laying on an ice cube, even though they're covered by my hair — which needs to be cut again, or I need to find a better method of keeping it out of the way.
This house has been good to us, but tomorrow morning we're leaving.
It was a nice few weeks here, but all the resources are all gone. We drained this town dry. And we've started having to venture so far out to find food that it's almost not worth coming back.
It's time to move on. I'm surprised it lasted this long actually, I expected there to be less then there was.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets and went back towards the house. My ears graced by that satisfying crunch under my feet before I got to the porch and stomped the snow off my boots and opened the door.
It's not much warmer in the house, but at least it's insulated, and there's a little tent space-heater we found last week. I didn't even know they made these until we found it and of course Daryl knew what it was.
When I think about it, it makes perfect sense, but it's the sort of thing that just didn't occur to me.
I walked into the living room where the others are gathered up for dinner and smiled at Carl as I headed to my spot on the floor beside Daryl.
I toed off my shoes before sitting down, not wanting to get my jeans wet and then sat criss-cross, accidentally bumping his knee.
Daryl didn't even move it, though it looks like he almost did before he realized it's just me.
I smiled gratefully as T-Dog handed me a plate with beans and rice and a little bit of game from the rabbits Daryl & I bagged this morning.
Hey, at least it's not squirrel.
I ate fast, as usual and was done before anyone else even though I was the last one to start. Instead of getting up and going to do something else, I reached behind me and dragged my backpack over, pulling out the book I've been reading for the last 2 days.
I like this. It's nice to just sit with everyone.
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Daryl's POV
Dinner's long over but Eve's so absorbed in that book she hasn't even noticed. And somehow she's migrated behind me and has been leaning against my back for like an hour.
I glanced around at the empty room. All the extra boxes that were in here are gone; packed into the cars outside aside from our base supplies that we'll move tomorrow before we leave.
