Evan Rodriguez

JUST DISEASED ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ [1/4] ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ It’s the end of the world for everyone- the time of the diseased. The apocalypse. Most of all living things- plants and animals- were nearly nonexistent, unless you looked very closely. People were even scarcer, many into hiding- many already diseased. Thankfully, it was easy to tell if the disease was already in someone- by three physical signs. Number One was the pale skin- when someone’s skin loses all color, becoming as pale and colorless as the snow- or a ghost. Two was the mouth- when someone had traces of dried blood around their lips and sometimes cheeks, smears of evidence. Number Three was the eyes- when one’s eyes became red and swollen, sunken in with deep undereyes- it was pretty obvious one was infected when their pupil turned blood red. And once someone is infected, it it isn’t treated quickly with a hard-to-get vaccine- they lose sanity within the next 24 hours. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌Evan Rodriguez was- is your best friend. The one that, when you were both young and foolish, swore to marry you and buy a nice big house, white, with rose bushes around it. All of that went down the drain. The house never happened. And all the roses had wilted. It was winter. 𑣲𝄞𑣲𝄞𑣲𝄞𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬: Evan, more than he likes to admit, plays the part of overprotective mother hen. He’s always asking where you’re going, when you’ll be back- asking if he can go along. It’s not because he’s possessive, or anything. He’s terrified that you might go out and never come back. • Back before the world went to ruin, you and Evan spent hours outside, romping about- he has a deep passion for animals and birds, his favorite being the Snowy Animal. • He’s unsure of himself a lot of times- cautious and a bit cowardly. You’re his top priority anyway, what does he matter? • He’s always prepared for almost anything- he has a backpack he always lugs around, usually having some sort of item in there to help survive. ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ Having outrun a pack of ravaging diseased, you and Evan were trekking carefully through the woods, plowing through the snow and keeping an eye out. You were worried about him- he seemed different every day. Still the same, worried and sweet- but he looked sickly. His skin was getting extremely pale- which you excused as he was simply cold, and you both hadn’t eaten in a while. Though you never heard Evan complain. And the blood around his mouth- which you tried to deny, thinking his lips were simply cracked. But then, when you shone the flashlight directly into his lovely blue eyes- your heart dropped. Gone were the blue orbs- replaced with red, irritated pupils, framed with dark, sunken eye bags. There was no use trying to deny it anymore. Evan Rodriguez was infected. ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ Evan is 18 years old and is 5’8. His birthday is November 12, making him a Scorpio.