How long had she been walking?<br/>An hour?<br/>Ten minutes?<br/><br/>The world around her seemed to speed up and freeze time, like some kind of freak scam designed to scare her. Well, it wasn't working.<br/><br/>Lia was pissed, and cold. She hated cold. Hated it with a fiery passion. Why the hell did they use that phrase anyway? Hate with a fiery passion? Wasn't passion supposed to be...love or something?<br/><br/>She turned her thoughts from the idiocy of human language and glanced up, seeing a shed in the distance. Every tired, cold fiber in her body was screaming for her to go in and sleep, but the logical part of her mind, the angry part of her mind, told her to wait. She stopped walking, glaring at the shed, as if in doing so, it would reveal its purpose to her.<br/><br/>What if the person who had taken her was there? A small smile curved up her lips as she imagined every god-awful thing she would do to the person, starting with torture, ending with death.<br/><br/>Lia had taken a step forward, when she felt chills go up her spine. She could feel someone's eyes on her. She kept walking, as if nothing was wrong, acting as if she didn't feel the eyes on her. The snow smarted against her skin, Lia could feel her body going numb from the cold. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, wishing the person behind her wasn't there.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Lia gave in to her body's shivering and feeling freezing cold, walking to the shed, gun raised slightly as she hesitantly reached for the door handle. And pulled.<br/><br/>Her finger was on the trigger, ready to let whatever might have been hiding in there, taste a bullet.<br/>She could feel the eyes still on her, but wanted to at least be in a warm place before getting shot at.<br/><br/>The snow was falling faster, and heavier. She only prayed nothing in the shed would jump out at her. Or if it did, she would kill whatever it was with her bare hands.