Unalaska was a worm city during summer, sun shining brightly in the middle of the blue sky with clouds of different shapes moving slowly in the sky. It was a good time for some swimming or tainting but instead everyone was in doors, holding their partner for some comfort or speaking about the tragedy that had come as a form of news with a sympathetic head shake. It was like winter everyone was cold for the news had spread chills among the citizens.
"Poor boy. I pray God would help him." Mrs Evans said as she hung up and sigh.
Christy came running downstairs while slipping her boots.
"Where are you going honey? I don't want you to roam about with this news circulating." She said. Christy only rolled her eyes with a huff.
"Really Mum, weren't you the one who said the city was safe?" She said sarcastically.
