As it was, I was done patrolling for now. I'd caught two young ones in their old, now abandoned houses playing games, and dragged them to Isaac for punishment. I don't know what's quite up with him...he let them be. Told them to "run along," as he put it. I'd have cut a finger off of each and chide them as I did so.
I tap the flat of my machete against my leg as I take my sure, quiet, and even steps through the shadowy, straw filled barn. Ray of sun are slanting through the uncovered window at the top of the barn's rickety structure, and by now, most might be heading in. It was a nice day, though; the children had fun playing hide and seek from me, and still do. The older ones are gathered elsewhere.
"Astrid," I say in my dull, almost monotone way as I pass the girl, only to turn and sit rigidly down beside her. Why? Eh. She thinks I don't notice her -- she's right. I'm simply tired, that's all. Just tired. Isaac has been managing to pinch every last nerve of mine lately.
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