Samantha slowly made her way into the building. It was scary how quiet everything was. Not a single sound was made except the occasional shifting of rubble outside. Upon approaching the building, Sam looked around once more before slipping in the door almost silently. She slung the M16 on her back. It was too big of a weapon for such tight indoor conditions. She then pulled out one of her pistols. Pointing it out in front of her, she clicked the safety off before continuing onward. She went to the first door, finding it unlocked. She crept through the apartment, quickly finding the kitchen before tripping over something. She caught herself before she fell completely and kept moving, opening the cabinets and such she found that there were only a couple cans, but they seemed to be good. She smiled at her small success. She only hoped the other apartments were like this. She looked around the apartment a bit more, finding a backpack and she put the cans inside, slinging the thing over the shoulder opposite her rifle.<br/><br/>And that's when she heard it. A window shattering and then someone talking to themselves. The sad part was he even admitted it himself. She ducked down behind a sofa, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the apartment next to the one she was in. So instead of trying to escape, where he would surely hear her, Sam decided she would stay in this apartment and lay low until he left. She slowly got up, and started backing into the back bedroom with her pistol pointed at the door. But of course backing up wasn't such a good, especially with the pistol in her hand and the safety off. As soon as she tripped, she fell flat on her butt with a dull thud and her finger twitched, pulling the trigger, causing the gun to go off with a very loud bang. Now not only had she probably gotten his attention, but her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear properly. So she just stayed put and kept her gun pointed at he door.