People Anna wanted to turn around and say fuck this. She hates to admit it, but knows it's stupid, but this is a crowd of people. Teens, adults, even cops were sheltering themselves in and around the building. Why does she want to leave, though? Because she has to talk to people willingly. Yes, Anna has been joking around and talking to Greyson, but that is without a crowd. So this is like a ball of stress and anxiety built into a crowd of scared and nervous people, some jumping and pointing their weapons toward Anna and Greyson when they came out of the trees.
"Woah, Point that elsewhere. Why is everyone still here?" (Greyson)
The younger boy was pointing a pistol at them. He looked at Greyson and Anna with wild fear. His muddy face, brown eyes, skin, and hair were so dirty that Anna couldn't tell any details. With a shaky breath, the young boy lowered the pistol.
"s-sorry..." (Young boy)
An older gentleman, pointing a staff with a knife taped to the end like a make-shift spear, pointed it back up, holding it like a clutch to focus himself. His eyes were drawn to the town, his grey-blue eyes seemed lost, broken, and sad as flames were like torches burning as the city was still visible.
"Some young men started guiding survivors here. No one has decided what to do." (Older gentleman)
Anna wanted to kick herself because she was probably going to regret this.
"Who has taken charge, and where are the young men guiding survivors?" (Anna)
This time the young boy spoke.
"It's Mr. Charles who has been taking charge." (Young boy)
Anna walked over and bent to be at eye level with the young boy. Anna's hands shook roughly. The young boy looked to be around the same age as her brother before he died. Damned towers.
"What's your name, and can you point us to Mr. Charles?" (Anna)
The young boy nodded.
"My name is Zane. Mr. Charles is over there." (Zane)
Zane lifted the pistol to point, making Anna nearly jump out of her skin as she quickly but gently pushed the pistol pointing forward back down.
"How about we use our words instead since you have something like that in your hands, okay?" (Anna)
Zane nodded, having looked like he would cry when he had made a mistake.
"Where are your parents?" (Anna)
The boy bit his lip, sobbing, the pistol nearly slipping from his grip, as Anna grabbed it from him, having the gun vanish into her inventory. He cried as Anna barely knew what to do, but she awkwardly wrapped her arms around the body, and part of herself broke. She didn't want to admit it, but she kept having the visual of her dead brother overlaying the child right in front of her.
"T-Their gone." (Zane)
Zane held onto Anna tightly as he cried.
"The dragon most likely killed his parents. He is one of a couple of children who survived." (Old Gentleman)
Anna looked at the Old man.
"And for you, what's your name?" (Anna)
"Gerald, what brings both of you here?" (Gerald)
"Looking for his friends." (Anna)
"Oh, I hope you find the answers you seek." (Gerald)
Anna tilted her head towards Greyson while gently stroking the head of the young boy as he slowly cried all his tears, hiccups coming from him as he somewhat used Anna's jacket as a tissue, although she didn't stop the boy. She knows what it's like to lose family, parents especially, and he just lost his family not too long ago. So all she did was hold the boy before wrapping her arms around him and lifting him into her body, although not strong enough to carry him for too long, she let him wrap his arms around her neck as she held him with her before walking.
"Well, Gerald, I wish you well in the coming days." (Anna)
"Same for you as well, and good luck, child." (Gerald)
Anna kept walking, heading to where the man named Charles was supposed to be.
Greyson had stopped talking. Anna practically took charge within moments, but Greyson could tell it was probably forced confidence to cheer up the young boy. Her eyes seemed lost, staring at the child. She isn't bringing a child with them, will she?