Looking for Jack: Evie/Wren/Luke + Jack
[Wren didn't want to do this.
She hated that they'd left Italy. She hated that any intention of staying safe had barely lasted at all. They were going to walk right into an infected city, where they had no way of knowing when a cure would ever be created, or even if one would ever be created. It was the opposite of what normal, sane people would do, and she wasn't even surprised a little that they were doing it. They'd find Jack; she knew they would. They'd all get sick, and they'd either get killed or die, and they were going to do it anyway, even knowing.
Because she wasn't going to let Luke go alone, and she knew Evie would've just followed once she knew what was happening. She wasn't going to be the one sitting safe and alone, waiting on news of death or infection.
Saving Jack was important. She'd known the kind of boy Luke was when she'd fallen in love with him, and she knew what kind of man he was now. And Evie loved Jack; Wren understood that too, loving to the exclusion of sanity or self-care.
She'd been standing in front of the mirror when Luke posted at her, contemplating dyeing her hair back to blonde. She left the mirror behind, and she left frivolous concerns about her appearance behind too. She changed into jeans and a t-shirt, sneakers and brown hair in a braid.
At least they'd have a better chance together, the three of them, and that was the best thing she could hold onto just then. She didn't waste any more time; she made her way to the front door and out, to where the black car was idling.]