â Alva Makota â
Tired, tired, tired.
Tired, tired, tired.
As they continued to walk through Portland, her eyes looked around at her surroundings. She couldn't recognize any of her surroundings and it was disturbing her because she knew most of the town quite well. Alva wasn't sure whether she was thinking clearly or the storm was getting to her - or maybe it was the presence of the man besides her that was messing with her mind. She wanted to get out of the wretched place and back home with her family. She wanted to fall into her cozy bed and sleep the troubles away. Instead, she was stuck in storm with a man who she believed to be a threat to her and her family.
There has been a moment of silence since she had asked for his name. He seemed to have a lot in his mind for a simple question; what did a local have to hide after all? "My name is Klein. Klein Everett." He then answered with a sigh. For the first time, she noticed the tired tone of his voice - whether it was because of their situation or something else, at least she knew she wasn't the only one struggling. "I guess I am similar to you, since I'm hunting for my sister - curfew mustn't be broken, after all." Alva gave an automatic nod of agreement that she had developed because of her work. Mrs. Hershaw would always let her leave early because of the curfew so she would always find herself needing to agree quickly in order not to arouse suspicious.
"Of course," she added as they turned a corner. The man besides her, Klein, began to walk a little faster. Alva shifted the bag into her left hand as a way to free her right hand. Confident that her bag wouldn't fall, she allowed her right hand to let go and she used her fingers to push her bangs back. As she did so, her eyes looked around and studied the buildings. "Are we close to that store?" she asked him, thinking it was one of the few reasons that his pace would quicken. It was either that or he didn't want to be bothered anymore. I should probably get going, Alva thought after a while. She could probably wait close to the part of the fence where they entered and left Portland. Paul could be waiting there or at least going there. She just couldn't search aimlessly, especially with the rain. It was wearing her down and her feet were killing her. He should be fine once he gets to the store, she reasoned, knowing she wouldn't have the energy to do anything else. Her eyes began to drop a bit and a sigh escaped through her nose. Just a bit more.