The howl and the sounds of footsteps faded out of earshot, and Eva peeked through the window.
"Finally... they... didn't..." She completed the words in her mind, too saddened by her croaky voice and the fact that she could only speak one word at a time.
Before, she hadn't been bothered by the way she sounded, but she kept feeling that it shouldn't be this way.
'I have a feeling something is wrong somewhere. First, I have to find a quiet place to continue reading.'
She couldn't let her mind be occupied with such thoughts, or her hunger would overcome her reason, and she might be forced to do what she abhorred.
Eva staggered through the empty street, the wind rustling papers and rolling empty cans around her.
The book in her hand should have brought her joy, but she felt only a subtle loneliness lingering in her heart, and the empty street seemed to echo it perfectly.
