Chapter 11: Ethan
Ava went to her room when I said I'd care for Zoey, and would call her when she woke up. I was still pretty grossed out from just watching poor Zoey throw up. I had only one memory of me throwing up, and that was when I was around like seven yeas old, Zoey's age now. It was NOT a pleasant memory. Just watching Zoey splatter all that regurgitated chicken soup made me myself want to throw up, but I luckily held on to my pride and didn't.
To pass the time I turned the TV on mute and watched some random episode of Modern Family. I wasn't actually sure what was going on, my mind was drifting off to worrying about the journey ahead of us. Ava was right, there were a bunch of 'what if's. What if we starved? What if we were kidnapped? What if we were killed? What if only one of us died and the other two had to go on? Or what if it was vice versa? What if that was me?
It was always a possibility - death. We were taking a risk going into our world to save almost complete strangers. Heck - we took a riskmaking our world. What were we thinking, pretending we could do this? Did I actually believe in what I had just told Ava, or was I just kidding ourselves?
Before I knew it, the fast moving end credits for Modern Family came up. I turned off the television and decided to pull out on of our family's old photo albums. Looking at the cover, I picked out the one that had all the pictures from our family vacation at some lake house from about two summers ago.
The first pictures were just the family standing in front of the cabin we had rented. You could see the lake in the background and the wing that would later be broken by none other than moí. The next picture was just a view of the lake. In the corner you could barely see Zoey, five years old, poking around on the edge of the water, probably looking around for a bug or two.
I was about to flip the page when Zoey moaned. At first I thought it was my imagination, until I looked over and saw Zoey's big brown cow eyes looking at me.
I closed the photo album and slid over next to Zoey. "Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?" I asked, feigning a smile.
"Okay..." Zoey broke her gaze and looked at the photo album. "That was a good summer." I nodded in agreement. "It was before all this happened."
"I liked those times better." Zoey frowned.
"Yeah. They were better. A lot better, weren't they?" She nodded. "Let me get Ava, and then you can tell us what's up, okay?" Zoey nodded more and I got up and knocked on Ava's bedroom door.
"Yeah?" Ava called from inside, opening the door.
"She's up." I told her, and Ava rushed out of the room.
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