May's head jerked as her dog began to growl. She had been so focused on the fading sound of<strong>Its</strong>rampage, she had failed to notice the familiar sound of the back door opening.<em>A person? Out here?</em>May feared the worst, what if it was another creature, what if<strong>It</strong>had spawned more of itself? No, her dog new better than to make noise when<strong>It</strong>was near, right? She shifted her weight forward, placing her hands on the concrete, slowly moving behind a large, built-in structure that was once storage filled with once thought "useful" items.<br/><br/>She made her breathing as light as possible, she knew holding her breath would only make her louder when she needed to take a breath. The light click of the handle turning made her freeze. She hadn't had contact with anyone but her dog in 3 months. But this voice, the whisper at the top of the stairwell. It was human, female if she wasn't mistaken. May motioned with her hand, the dog whimpered and wagged her tail, her ears drooping back into her normal submissive state, walking over to May and nudging her hand for attention. May pat her, running her fingers through the fur between her ears.<br/><br/>She slowly stood, so used to silently traveling, that her footsteps made less than what a drop of water would. She walked around the corner, staring up into the darkness. "I...is someone there?" She wasn't even sure if she was hallucinating, it was hard to believe that someone else out there was still alive. After such a period of time with no human contact, you begin to make up voices, talk to yourself. She might have been more insane, had she not kept her dog alive the entire time. "Get out of the stairwell, its not safe." she whispered back up. If it was a real person, no use in letting her stay where they would attract<strong>It</strong>to kill them both. If she wasn't real, well, then it was just one more voice.