She’s basically like a freaking Saint or
something.” Keith looked over at Avery as she sat far away from
them, her head resting against the cement wall and staring off. He
sighed and stood.
Thinking
of the last time she had a beer, she stood up and walked over with
Keith, and the both of them took a beer. Memories came back of her
last party night. The week before it began, she had went out partying
with John and others from school, lying to her parents that she was
going to hang out with Avery for the night. Instead, she spent the
night partying and ended up at Avery’s house in the early
morning with a rough hangover and over a toilet all morning. But with
the things going on, she didn’t care. A hangover for her now
would make it worthwhile for once.
Trevor
walked over to Avery and held out a bottle. She looked at it then
shook her head,” I don’t drink.” He shrugged and
set the bottle down then sat on the floor in front of her.
“I’m
Trevor,” he said.
“Avery.
What do you want?”
“You’re
sitting by yourself, thought I’d come over and talk,” he
looked around, seeing what the others were up to but most were busy
drinking,” so you don’t drink?”
“No,”
she responded.
“You
like sitting alone?” All she did was shrug.
"I
was alone a lot. Let's just say where my life was before this began,
I really had no choice anyways," he stopped there and looked
down at the still closed bottle. Avery looked at him.
“…
Were you homeless or something?” He looked at her.
“No,”
he responded,” think I would’ve preferred being homeless
though. It’s just something that’s not really a concern
anymore. I’m free now.” She couldn’t help but start
to feel curious at what he meant. Was he in jail? Prison? Was he a
person who suffered with OCD and stayed alone to avoid others or
germs? She found herself really wanting to know now. It would bother
her from now on. “So, tell me about your group? How’d
each of you meet? Is that other girl your sister or something?”
“Holly
is my friend, we’re not related,” she said,” and
Keith was in the same school as us. Alex just came along when it
began in Colorado.”
Trevor
nodded and began playing with the beer bottle, holding the lid and
spinning the bottle around on the floor,” is Alex your
boyfriend or Keith is?”
“No
way,” she responded quickly,” they’re friends.”
Keith, looking at the bottle of beer he hadn’t taken a drink
from yet, looked over at Avery, thinking of going over to talk; but
realized that other guy named Trevor was over there, sitting on the
floor across from her, talking. He stared for a moment then turned
away, taking a big drink.
Trevor
stopped spinning the bottle and started tossing it from his left hand
to his right hand. “My group are alright, maybe a little rough.
They enjoy drinking after searches, smoke cigarettes, and do drugs.
Like right now, Jeff over there is preparing some that they found the
other night.”
"Sounds
like such a group of winners then," she mumbled.
"...Most
of the time," he said," like I said, they’re alright,
they just drink too much. I’m sure if they got attacked, the
zombies would wander around drunk from how much they drink. But
they’re okay." After he spoke, they heard someone vomit
then Holly saying she's alright and that she's never drank vodka
before.
"That
doesn't shock me at all," Avery said suddenly. Trevor shook his
head.
"Well,
anyways, we usually get up sometime after 10 in the morning," he
said," once you get up, then Charles will likely tell you and
your friends on what's planned for today then have you and your
friends will join us in going out on supply hunting."
"Fine,"
she responded and Trevor stood back up.
“I
gotta go work on sharpening the knives for tomorrow.”
“You’re
not going to drink with your friends?”
“Like
you, I don’t drink,” he responded and left to work on the
knives. He threw the beer to Drew and
something.” Keith looked over at Avery as she sat far away from
them, her head resting against the cement wall and staring off. He
sighed and stood.
Thinking
of the last time she had a beer, she stood up and walked over with
Keith, and the both of them took a beer. Memories came back of her
last party night. The week before it began, she had went out partying
with John and others from school, lying to her parents that she was
going to hang out with Avery for the night. Instead, she spent the
night partying and ended up at Avery’s house in the early
morning with a rough hangover and over a toilet all morning. But with
the things going on, she didn’t care. A hangover for her now
would make it worthwhile for once.
Trevor
walked over to Avery and held out a bottle. She looked at it then
shook her head,” I don’t drink.” He shrugged and
set the bottle down then sat on the floor in front of her.
“I’m
Trevor,” he said.
“Avery.
What do you want?”
“You’re
sitting by yourself, thought I’d come over and talk,” he
looked around, seeing what the others were up to but most were busy
drinking,” so you don’t drink?”
“No,”
she responded.
“You
like sitting alone?” All she did was shrug.
"I
was alone a lot. Let's just say where my life was before this began,
I really had no choice anyways," he stopped there and looked
down at the still closed bottle. Avery looked at him.
“…
Were you homeless or something?” He looked at her.
“No,”
he responded,” think I would’ve preferred being homeless
though. It’s just something that’s not really a concern
anymore. I’m free now.” She couldn’t help but start
to feel curious at what he meant. Was he in jail? Prison? Was he a
person who suffered with OCD and stayed alone to avoid others or
germs? She found herself really wanting to know now. It would bother
her from now on. “So, tell me about your group? How’d
each of you meet? Is that other girl your sister or something?”
“Holly
is my friend, we’re not related,” she said,” and
Keith was in the same school as us. Alex just came along when it
began in Colorado.”
Trevor
nodded and began playing with the beer bottle, holding the lid and
spinning the bottle around on the floor,” is Alex your
boyfriend or Keith is?”
“No
way,” she responded quickly,” they’re friends.”
Keith, looking at the bottle of beer he hadn’t taken a drink
from yet, looked over at Avery, thinking of going over to talk; but
realized that other guy named Trevor was over there, sitting on the
floor across from her, talking. He stared for a moment then turned
away, taking a big drink.
Trevor
stopped spinning the bottle and started tossing it from his left hand
to his right hand. “My group are alright, maybe a little rough.
They enjoy drinking after searches, smoke cigarettes, and do drugs.
Like right now, Jeff over there is preparing some that they found the
other night.”
"Sounds
like such a group of winners then," she mumbled.
"...Most
of the time," he said," like I said, they’re alright,
they just drink too much. I’m sure if they got attacked, the
zombies would wander around drunk from how much they drink. But
they’re okay." After he spoke, they heard someone vomit
then Holly saying she's alright and that she's never drank vodka
before.
"That
doesn't shock me at all," Avery said suddenly. Trevor shook his
head.
"Well,
anyways, we usually get up sometime after 10 in the morning," he
said," once you get up, then Charles will likely tell you and
your friends on what's planned for today then have you and your
friends will join us in going out on supply hunting."
"Fine,"
she responded and Trevor stood back up.
“I
gotta go work on sharpening the knives for tomorrow.”
“You’re
not going to drink with your friends?”
“Like
you, I don’t drink,” he responded and left to work on the
knives. He threw the beer to Drew and
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