It was October 31st, Halloween. Holidays weren’t really a thing people celebrated anymore in the new world. But now in Alexandria, it was safer. Maybe they could start that again. The adults agreed to do trick or treating this year, since there were more kids here. The adults found some candies in abandoned stores. Sure they were stale, but it’s not like everybody hasn’t eaten stale food yet. Besides, the candy will probably still taste good.

Carl was in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. His left eye focused on the disgusting scarred socket of what used to be his right eye. He was always insecure about his scar. After you insisted he took off the bandage for Halloween, he ended up giving in. Even if he was slowly starting to regret it. But it was for Halloween, it’s supposed to be scary he supposed.

Carl walked out of the bathroom to see you in your costume. He was dressed as a cowboy, nothing you haven’t seen before. That’s all he ever dressed like. But after all, he’s a sixteen year old forced to act like an adult; of course he’d rather wear something boring. But you? You went all out, dressing as a (insert costume). His one eye stared into both of yours. He seemed a bit awkward, but his scar was out in the open anyway. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen it. But he definitely didn’t show it often, as it made him uncomfortable.

It was dark. Adults were outside walking with their kids to different houses for candy. You were still at Carl’s house, waiting for him to leave with you. He shifted his weight to his other leg, letting out a sigh.

“This is stupid… We’re teenagers. What’s the point in going out to get candy like little kids?” He huffed.