You've made it this far. (TreeBros)

Chapter 4: No Relation

Evan sat, perched on top of the roof of the barn, looking out at the small town. The crisp cold air, met with a small breeze that made the leafs of the trees shimmy. He tugged at the sleeves of his sweater. It was a bright morning, and he looked out to the outskirts of the town, where the groups of solders stayed. From what he could see, past the trees and small homes, the men where put into rows, standing and chanting commands of some type.

"How boring.", He huffed out, soft steam raising from his lips to the air. Squinting, he counted the amount of men he was able to see, roughly 40, but he was pretty sure there was more. He observed the small figures moving along in a file. Training or something but he could care less. He let out a yawn, and slid to the side of the roof were the ladder was laying against barn, making his way down slowly.

Alana and Jared where busy counting the crops, and the intake of wheat.
He sighed. "Nothing to do.. Nothing to do. Ugh.." In defeat, he chose that maybe he should go around the town, maybe check on Veronica. The soldiers seemed to be preoccupied so he wouldn't have to worry about running into those two boys, or Connor.
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Evan slowly pushed the gate behind him shut. Pulling his jacket flush against his body,
and walking along the road covered in dirt and leafs, he kicked them in a spiritless manner, watching them crumble or fly away to the other side of the concrete.

It was only after making it down to the town center, he realized it was Friday, meaning, Veronica had closed the market.

This just caused him to be more frustrated, he didn't know what to do in this tiny town. So he just continued, walking past the market place, but the town pretty much stops after a block, barriers had been put in place by soldiers.

He was going to give up until, his eyes caught a door opening from one of the old shops that went out of business a long time ago. A small barbershop, he could tell because it still had the red, blue, and white pole.

A man walked out, Evan should have figured, it was Berry Dolla he owned the parlor before the army came in. Evan hadn't seen him much, he doesn't like it outside the house, it reminds him too much of reality, and of when he used to be a solider, for the Russian troops.

Evan was pretty sure Berry has PTSD. Yet, recently he has left the confines of his home for the food rations, ever since his wife got pregnant.

And speaking of which, Berry extended a hand to a very beautiful young women, to help her walk down the steps. Her straight black hair tired into a bun, she looked tired, but still full of pep. They seemed dressed for a stroll.
"Hello Mary! Hello Berry!" Evan called out, deciding to be friendly today.

The older man nod his head at Evan's direction, and the very pregnant Mary waved happily, flashing a bright smile that reached all the way to her eyes.

"Oh hello Little one!", She has been trying to be more motherly to everyone recently, maybe a little bit too much. "What brings you out here today?" She asked and Evan just shrugged. She smiled politely, before quickly turning to her husband, "darling, Remember we need extra blankets, it's been about 8 months already, we must prepare."

The man nodded and gave her a small kiss on her cheek, before walking out to where the storage for the town would be.

They were a cute couple, he was a kind Irish man, who took care of her when she came over from China, and they moved here for his barber business, Evan felt sorry for them being caught up in such bad times, but their baby would be beautiful, he was sure of that.

Mary waddled over to where Evan stood, and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm deeply sorry to ask for this, but during the rations.. may we have a extra bag of potatoes? I'm eating for two and the baby is rather picky. He or she gets it from their father" she laughed softly. Evan simply smiled, he didn't mind to help, but they didn't have enough food. He didn't know how to break it to her.