Evan was getting tired of it. Waking up and being forced out the door at an ungodly hour, being stuck out there with those soulless shamblers day in and day out? Evan honestly wasn't sure how much more of it he could take. He did the best he could to keep going for the sake of Danny and Georgie, but it was just…it was getting harder every day.
He'd been back at the safehouse for a few hours now, the sun had gone down and he didn't care what the guards said… he wasn't hanging around outside after dark in this mess. It was suicidal and even though he was miserable, even though he hated being alive, he wasn't willing to throw in the towel at all. He'd promised Olivia that he wouldn't give up, and he intended to keep that promise, no matter how hard it was for him. He needed a smoke, and fortunately he still had half a pack left.
Unfortunately, the only place to have a smoke was on the roof.
While on his way to the door to the stairs, his steps were jarred by a bump and he took a surprised step back. Normally, the woman would have been dead on with the assumption that he would snap at her, but when he raised his eyes to look at her, he blinked a couple of times… wondering what the hell this was supposed to be. If he didn't know better, if he wasn't so sure that it was absolutely impossible, he'd have thought that she was Olivia.
Of course it's not, but she looks just like…
His expression was completely slate serious for a second, before that crumbled a little bit and he cleared his throat. "N-no, I'm sorry," he muttered, accent thickening from his moment of surprise. "Are you okay?"