Apostasy c.g.

ONE

Eve laid on a dusty brown couch, staring at the ceiling. She had been hold up in an old dirty house for about a day now. She hoped there would be food somewhere but it seemed as though everything but the canned dog food had been picked clean. She used to gag at the stench when she had to feed her little Pomeranian, Comet, but she wasn't gonna let herself starve to death... 
   Eve had managed to shove down half a can of puréed pet food before she heard a soft crash from the bedroom two doors down. The young girl froze. Evelyn rested her left hand on the pistol at her side. She was holding her breath as she listened for another sound. Evelyn swore she checked every room in this house twice so it couldn't be a dead one. And she knew that she checked all the windows, too. Her chest tightened as realization hit her. The crash came from another person.
   Evelyn didn't trust other people, not after her father's murder. Not when she's seen the way people change. She slowly pulled the revolver out, aiming the barrel toward the ground. Her heart slammed against her chest. Eve had never killed anyone before, other than her mother.
"Ouch...Fuck," A boy's voice hissed.
   Taking one final breath, Evelyn swung the door open, pointing her gun forward, the barrel level with her eye this time.
   "Who are you?" She questioned, watching the boy intensely.
   "Whoa, hello. I'm not gonna hurt you," The boy's blue eyes connected with the girl's deep brown ones.
   "Who. Are. You." Evelyn repeated, trying to steady her softly shaking hands. The boy sighed.
   "My name's Carl, I just came through looking for food. Now, can you stop pointing a gun at my head?" Carl seemed too relaxed, it did nothing to help her nerves.
   "My name's Evelyn... Are you alone?" She said, reluctantly lowering her weapon.
   "Kinda.." Carl said, muttering something under his breath.
   "What do you mean?" Evelyn questioned, feeling her heart start to race again. Carl sighs once again.
   "Are you alone?" Carl ignored the question. Eve didn't know if she should answer. She realized the boy never threatened her or pulled a weapon on her. Maybe he really wasn't gonna hurt her, she thought. It was Eve's turn to sigh now.
   "Yeah, I am..." A wave of sadness washed over her.
   "I'm with my dad, he, uh, got kinda banged up, he's back in another house" The brunet admitted. Carl didn't really now why he was telling this girl everything. Despite the fact that she pulled a gun on him, he, for once, didn't feel threatened.
   "Is he bit?" Eve asked, displaying a sad expression on her dirt-covered face.
   "No, he's not... Just beat up," The was a slight edge to Carl's words. Eve felt a haze of awkwardness settle between them.
   "Uhh, well the house is pretty empty, I ended up having to eat canned dog food," Eve explained, watching as the boy's shoulders slumped down.
   "I have water though, if you'd like," Eve smiled at the boy.
   "That would be fucking fantastic, actually," Carl grinned at her, watching as the worn out water bottle landed in his hands.
   Eve felt a weird contentment. She knew she was being stupid, blindly trusting the boy, especially after her father. But Evelyn hadn't spoken to another person in what felt like years, but was probably a month. And carl seemed nice enough to share some water with.
   "So, have you searched any of the other houses around here?" Carl wondered.
   "No, I've only been here about a day or so," Eve replied with a smile.
   "You wanna go look around that house down the street? Maybe we can find some actual food," Carl asked, an excited glint shining in his blue eyes.
   "Let me grab my pack," Evelyn smiled, the thought of human food making her stomach growl. Carl followed Eve as she walked through the unfamiliar house.
   "Oh! You can go through the front door this time," Evelyn joked as she unlocked the door, before carefully scanning the scene outside. There were only two dead ones shuffling below the porch.
   "You get that one, I'll get the other," Carl instructed, pointing at a dead woman in a tattered purple dress.
The kids quickly stabbed both of the walking corpses skulls, before jogging off to the large white house.
   Carl and Evelyn both felt a little less lonely.
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~ A/N: Carl's def a little OOC in this </3 also my proofreading consists of reading it over once so I am so so sorry if sumns fucked up :)