Alexandra
With her eyes closed, Alex had her head leaning against the wall. She remained seated on one of the corners of the church, her back an inch or two from the wall. Within that space, her hands were secured by a pair of plastic handcuffs. Admittedly, Alex felt 10x more vulnerable without her sidearm, that which had been taken away by one of the soldiers maintaining the peace within the church. Alex hadn't caused any major trouble, not to the rest of the survivors anyway, but she had attempted to leave a few times albeit being warned against it. She even shoved one of the soldiers by the door in an attempt to get out, and that's when they decided it was best if she was restrained for their own peace of mind.
A male voice caught her attention. She opened her eyes and saw that the tall man, presumably a priest from another church judging by his clothes, was anxiously looking for someone or something. This made Alex sit up, because in a situation like this, a worried expression only meant trouble. Alex got up and made her way to the main doors where one of the soldiers was standing guard. "I think that man over there is looking for someone, and by the looks of it, it's not to deliver good news. Can you please take these off now? I'd much rather be able to defend myself if it comes down to that.
