Chaz moved about the house silently, grabbing the last few things before she moved. She would have left the area sooner if it hadn't been for the nasty slash she'd got on her upper arm. Too afraid to leave with the scent of blood on her she'd stayed in the basement longer than she'd planned. At least it had given her time to gather the essentials. She zipped up the sports back, the noise though soft sending jolts of adrenaline through her body as she kept her ears trained on the noises outside. She'd heard rumblings in the early morning and it seemed like IT was moving. Now would be her best shot at surviving.<br/><br/>She had raided her father's trophy room for anything. His old varsity jacket to keep her warm, a few survival tips from his books. And a picture of her parents. They were smiling on a stony wall in south France. Swallowing the lump in her throat she hitched the bag across her body and snuck out the back door, her knife close to her side. Looking around she smelt the decay. Blood was spattered on the grass from where next door's dog had had an accident. She didn't know what had happened as she'd huddled with her mother locked under the house, the terrible noises coming through to their terrified ears. Shaking her head she focussed on the road. Hopping over the gate she crouched low to the ground, her near black eyes scanning the area before she moved along, hiding behind cars and houses. She had to make it west of here to get to the nearest safe house, but she didn't know how long that could take at her current rate.<br/><br/>Rubbing the bandage on her upper right arm she held her breath and ran. Darting between objects she ran faster than before, her heart thumping behind her chest. As she stopped behind a house she felt her blood pumping around her body, trying to keep her panting as quiet as she could. Sun hadn't been up long and so had a long day ahead of her if she was to get to the safe house...if it was even there any more.