Riley's POV
I couldn't sleep. It's hard to sleep when there has been so much excitement in one day. You must be thinking You live in a world with zombies, how much more exciting could each day be? My answer to you: very.
I had reclined my seat and Chaco stayed by my side. That's why I love dogs like Chaco. Pit bulls, I mean. They were imaged as vicious dogs, and they are probably still thought of that way, but people are wrong. They're loving and even a little cuddly. And loyal to a fault.
The Boy woke up as if he was on a internal clock and took the next watch. His father fell asleep quickly. I readjusted myself and Chaco jumped off our seat and went straight into the boy's lap. He laughed quietly.
"She likes you." I said.
The boy turned to me, obviously he'd been unaware of my conciseness. His eyes practically shone in the darkness. He smiled. I gave him a quizzical look.
"What?" I asked.
"So you do talk." he said.
"Yeah, you heard me talk earlier."
"Yeah, but its like we had to force it out of you." he said as he petted Chaco.
"I'm not shy." I whispered. "I'm just...wary."
"We all are." he said.
"Not you."
"I am." he said. "Sometimes."
Silence. Awkward silence.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Carl. Carl Grimes." he said simply. "You?" he knew my name, but I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to carry on a conversation. Something I hadn't done in a long time.
"Riley." I said. "Riley Cinder."
Carl's POV
Like "Cinderella" I thought. She's definitely as pretty as her.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Fifteen. I think." she said. Nobody knew what day of the year it was for sure. "You?"
"Fifteen." I said. "I think."
The conversation didn't go on after that. We didn't know what to talk about. So we just sat there quietly until the sun came up. Then when the minivan started to pull away from its resting place, I fell asleep.