Careful not to move as the figure entered the room, Mia shifted her weight backwards and began breathing through her nose rather than her mouth. She held her knife in front of her ready to stab the shadowy figure if it got too close. Upon further inspection she determined it was human. Tears began to run down her face quietly, tears of joy that there was another human being still alive. She closed her eyes and remembered the night everything fell apart.<br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">1 Week Previous</span></span><br/><br/>The ground seemed to shake as the plane landed in a country she'd never seen in her life. Her father was the leader of a drug cartel and was wanted for several counts of murder. Two nights ago, several men dressed in black had entered her home where she was living with her father and two brothers. She was preparing dinner for when her brothers returned from the farm, and her father was busy with business in another town. With no one to protect her, the Mexican Government called for Mia's kidnap to be used as ransom for her father's arrest. When she awoke, she was on a plane to Russia. As the door opened, she was roughly handcuffed again and forcefully pushed down the center aisle and into the airport. Within minutes, the power was out and terrifying creatures were attacking the facility. The man holding her handcuffs let go as one of the zombie like creatures ripped his other arm off. Mia ducked out of the way and ran into a dark room, hoping no one would find her. Several hours later, she crept out of the room, nothing had been heard outside for what seemed like an eternity. When she entered the main room, bodies were strewn everywhere and there was no sign of life. Mia found the closest door and ran, she didn't stop running until she found a smallish building. She slipped inside and rushed down the stairs.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Present Time</span></span><br/><br/>Opening her eyes, she realized she was crying heavily now. It was hard not to make any noise, and she struggled.The lights had clicked on and she knew that any noise would lead the man straight to her location. Concentrating on her breathing she lost concentration on sitting on her heels and fell forward into the room, in plain sight of the figure who was now lying on the ground about 15 feet from her. She shrieked instinctively as her knife hit the ground and she tumbled forth.