Neev's head jerked up, the cloud of sleep dissipating from his eyes instantly.  The young boy was small and irregular, hunched to one side.  His head was mostly bald, with only small tufts of stringy hair growing here and there.  His clothes were more like rags, slung across his slender frame.  He swiveled his large head to look towards the trash heap that had been knocked over, not so far from his own heap in which he'd been sleeping.  At the sight of another being, crowbar clutched in hand, Neev slunk back and pressed himself against the wall of the building.  He<i>really</i>didn't to get in a fight right now, or a chase, or anything.  Fighting wasn't the boy's strong suit; neither was running, really, especially not here in the city.  Neev could breathe under water and that was his only sanctuary; his lopsided body made running nearly impossible.<br/><br/>As the figure moved away, Neev glanced up, eyes scanning for a possible escape route.  His leg was still throbbing from where it'd been crushed beneath a slag heap a few days before; and he'd managed to find a decent amount of food out here.  He didn't want to move very far from his spot, not right now anyway.<br/><br/>The window just seemed like a good idea.  Get inside, hide somewhere.  Go through, see if there's any food or supplies to be found.  Yeah, that made sense right?  To the mind of a child it did, and he quietly hoisted himself up to the window, mindful of the broken glass.  He sidled in, one side of his body and then the other; Neev grinned at the sight of the apparently empty room.  Nice, nice.  He lowered himself inside, crouching low so as not to be seen from the window, and slunk forward on almost silent, shuffling feet.<br/><br/>The kid was silently congratulating himself when he heard it: growling, movement from outside the door.<br/><br/>"<i>Shit.</i>"