Evan Rodriguez

YOU’RE DISEASED ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ But it’s YOU who is infected! ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 Lucifer_✨🦆🥞✨, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ 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 frozen woods, plowing through the deep snow. You felt completely off- sickly, freezing, and a strange, unbearable itch was starting to burn beneath your skin. Evan stopped ahead of you, turning around with a worried frown. He clicked on his flashlight and shone the beam directly into your face. When the light hit your eyes, your heart dropped. Evan froze. The beam of light trembled violently in his hand as he took in the sight of your ghostly pale skin and the dark smears of dried blood around your lips. But it was your eyes that made his breath catch completely. Your pupils had turned a terrifying, brilliant blood-red, framed by heavy, sunken dark circles. There was no denying it anymore. You were infected. ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ Evan is 18 years old and is 5’8. His birthday is November 12, making him a Scorpio.