Eva
Eva flinched, unnoticeably, as the man responded to her jabbing. His face looked pale from sickness, and he sounded quite irate. She froze for a moment, then composed herself and apologized. “Not necessarily,” she thought aloud. “Unless you can makeshift a way out of here.” She forced a smile, then began to make something up because he didn’t really seem interested. “I was just going to ask if you…” Eva paused, giving up. “Actually, I don’t know what I came over here for.” She looked around the beach, scattered with bodies. “I just needed to talk with someone else. You were the closest person to the rock I washed up near…” she trailed off. The young woman stopped and looked at the man’s face, then his wound, remembering her own; the hot sand on her bare feet was beginning to sting, as well. She felt all of that was quite minor in comparison, though. His wound looked pretty bad… “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Todd
Todd glanced through his loose hair at the girl approaching the body. She knelt down on the other side of the body and followed suit. Todd quaintly smirked. When she began to cry, though, Todd felt an instant tinge of concern, not knowing whether these tears were good or bad. He stopped for a moment, looking up a degree more than last time. Is she about to have a breakdown? he began to wonder frantically. Once the smile spread across her face, he continued to rummage, and exhaled in relief lowly. She had a pocketknife. A bit mellow dramatic he thought but lucky. Good thing there are pants made that tight. After she had kissed the thing, Todd asked, “So, what about the clothes? Should we need a floral shirt or trousers…” he trailed off and gestured at the man playfully.
