Author's note: It's not much of a teaser, but it gives you a bit of an idea of what this might be about. Once again, thanks for reading. Enjoy :)
Start of the outbreak
Evelyn rolled over in her sleep, which ended up waking her up. She groaned in pain and opened her eyes, curling up slightly. Anne darted an apologetic look at her, then looked back at the road ahead of her. The only reason this had happened was because of her. Evie had been sticking up for her, that was all. She didn't deserve this.
"You alright, Evie?"
"What do you think?" The child challenged. She still hadn't forgiven her mom for what had happened, believed that she shouldn't have married the guy in the first place. But no one could have known that this is what would happen.
"Look, baby –"
"Don't call me that. I'm not a child anymore."
"You're nine, honey. I'm sorry, but you're still a child. I just want to say –"
"I don't care. Pay attention to the road. Wouldn't want to crash." Evelyn muttered. For a nine year old kid she could honestly seem like a spoilt teenage brat with an attitude problem. Anne hoped that if they found Daryl he'd manage to persuade her to change, to make her open up. A small smile tweaked at her lips. That would be the day. He was probably about as bad as Evie was, if not worse. Anne slammed on the brakes and Evelyn yelped in surprise and pain.
"Shit!" Anne hissed. Evelyn grabbed her crutches and made her way to the front of the camper van, a worried look in her eye.
"What's going on?" She asked. Anne shook her head.
"I'm not too sure. Stay here." She said, standing up and opening the door, walking out onto the now completely backed up road. Traffic jam. Of all the times...
"Mom!" Evelyn called out. Anne turned around and ran back to the camper van. Evelyn had sounded scared. There was a crash and then nothing.
"Evie? Evie!" Anne called out. Evelyn stumbled out of the camper van, her crutches and clothes covered in blood. She looked terrified, tears streaming down her face. Possibly from pain, considering it wasn't just her leg that was broken, but one of her arms was fractured. Anne pulled the girl into a hug, looking down at her.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Evelyn didn't reply, just buried her face deeper into Anne's jacket, "It's OK, you're OK." Anne crooned, then pushed her away gently and headed into the camper van. There was a body on the floor, its head a messy pulp. Anne couldn't help it. She screamed.