"No need." Kane said smiling, as he covered Salidy with a blanket, then another. They seemed to be wool, but he couldn't say for sure. He then handed one to Kayla, and set the box down next to all of them, grabbing three more blankets, before walking away. Two blankets for the girl he carried, he thought. He put one down beside her, and walked towards a small old and dusty looking chair. The foot rest popped out, after he fell on the seat in exuastment. Looking around the room, he admired the pictures on the walls, and leaned up against boxes; Or at least what he could see of them, since alot of the pictures were covered, with small white rags, and sheets.
The rain could still be heard, hitting the tin accessories on the roof. The ventalation had still been up there, even after the hard winds. A couple of minutes past, and tension seemed to linger in the room. Everyone was worried about somthing, family, friends, neighbors, valuables. So much was going to be lost in this storm. Hopefully not too much more than Kane wanted, and hopefully no more, than what has already been lost. The rain began to lighten, and a dead silence suddenly overcame everything. Kan'e s heart began to race, wondering if it was okay to go outside. A small, screeching wind came howliung through the window, and papers, and light weighted item were thrown about. Kane quickly bolted out of his chair, and to the window to close it. He locked the small deadbolt, and each side of the bottom part of the window sil. A quick thought passed through his mind, and he got the idea, to baricade the window. A large china cabinet, figure, was seen, covered with a white sheet, a couple of feet away from the window. It had been backed into a corner, so it had most likely been put there for more chances to stay intact. Kane leaped to it, taking his hands off the window, he was holding. He slowly pushed the china cabinet, closer to the window, with a look of strain in his face. He was already beginning to sweat. It must have weighed at least four or so hundred pounds, and the cracks on the floor didn't help the move. It was almost there. It was in place. Kane walked around infront of it, and pushed it towards the window more, securing it, with ductape that lay beside the chair he was previously sitting in. He wasted almost the entire roll, making sure it wouldn't budge. Back to his chair he went, and sat down, now in even more exhaustment than before. He had walked through about three feet of water, with a hundred or so pounds on his back. Carried two people four flights of stairs, and now moved a china cabinet about twelve feet, with cracks in the floor stopping it every other foot.
"We'll be....Alright now..." Kane's words, before he slowly dozed off, into a strainfull, and stressfull sleep, and a nightmare that arises above all others he had ever had. His past.
