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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It took us about three days longer to get back to the group then it should have since we kept stopping to... enjoy ourselves. But when we got back I realized how idiotic is was for us to take so long.
When we walked up to the group, who was parked in a small meadow in the middle of the woods where we had left them before going to fight that night a few days ago, it was chaos.
Sam was laying on the ground staring up at the sky, mouth covered in blood and I immediately knew where that blood was from, but no one else was even paying attention to him.
Bobby was making out with Carol in the Cherokee, but they both look exhausted, like they hadn't stopped in days and were both done but couldn't stop. And Sophia was banging on the car door, begging for her mother's attention.
Castiel was chowing down on what looked like road-kill possum, eating it without cooking it, and without even skinning the thing.
Merle was passed out in the grass by his motorcycle, with white powder around his nose, and an empty bottle of Crown by his hand.
Glenn and Maggie were suspiciously not in sight, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were in the trees surrounding the meadow, getting it on the way Daryl and I had been the past few days.
Hershel was reading his Bible in a lawn chair by the fire pit they had figured out, and his eyes were so red and bloodshot it looked like he hadn't stopped reading in days.
Rick and Lori were arguing near the back of the RV, Rick about her not loving him, and she was arguing about him not wanting her anymore, and it looked so uncomfortable, because it looked like they were both holding themselves back from what they actually wanted, each other, but they couldn't do anything about it because they didn't trust each other.
Carl was stuffing his face with the chocolates I had given him a week ago, and that he had said he would only eat one square of a week, so what the hell was he doing?
Dale was sitting on the ground, staring down at some paper in his hands, crying his eyes out at he stared down at it. And T-Dog was near him, staring off into the distance, and not saying a single word.
"What the hell...?" I mumbled, looking around as I tried to find Dean, the only other person who was missing besides Maggie and Glenn, and I couldn't figure out where he was. I looked next to me at Daryl, who was already staring at me, that same look in his eyes that I had seen a lot the past few days, the look that normally ended with both of us naked and not doing what we needed to be doing.
"No. Daryl, pay attention. What the hell is going on here?" I grumbled, looking away from the man who was definitely not paying attention to anything except me.
"Dean!" I yelled, walking into the middle of the group, stepping over Sam, and deciding to just worry about him later. No-one even looked at me.
"Dean!" I yelled again, as Daryl moved up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I wiggled out of his grip, trying very hard to not to fall back into him.
Something super, duper weird is going on right now.
"Hershel! Can I see that?" I cried, yanking myself out of Daryl's grip, and I could hear his footsteps following me but I tried to ignore him as I stomped over to Hershel. He didn't look up at me when I was standing in front of him, so I did something I wouldn't normally do.
"Sorry Hershel." I grumbled, yanking the Bible out of his hands and flipping it to the back, where Revelations was.
"Hey!" Hershel cried, standing up to try and grab it from me, but Daryl tackled him before I could do anything.
"Daryl! What the fuck! Let him go!" I yelled, shoving Daryl off the poor man who was now sobbing in the dirt.
"Don't go near her!" Daryl was yelling at Hershel as I shoved him away.
"Daryl. Stop it." I growled, shoving him back a few more feet before looking back down at the Bible. I flipped a few more pages before finding what I was looking for.
"When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, 'Come!' I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, 'Two pounds of wheat for a day's wages, and six pounds of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!'" I stopped, realizing what this was.
"What the hell is that?" Daryl grunted, looking over my shoulder, his hands rubbing small circles on my hips.
"Famine. It's famine, the horseman. Which means that War started this. War started the zombie apocalypse, and next will be Pestilence, and then Death." Daryl's hands finally dropped off of me, and I turned to look at him. His face was serious again for the first time in days and I finally felt like I was looking at my Daryl.
"How do we stop whatever the hell is going on?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"I don't know. I don't even know how to find the Horsemen. I know they're real people. They have bodies. But I don't know where they are, and how far this has spread. He could be a mile away, or on the other side of the world. We need Dean, and we need Castiel. Sam would be great too... but we need Dean and Cas." I was gripping the Bible in my hands so tight I thought it would rip to shreds, but Daryl pulled it away, taking one of my hands in his and looking around at our group that had effectively lost their minds.
