Lucy stretched as she heard the low rumblings of<strong><em>IT</em></strong>. Sighing as she looked out the small attic window of an old beaten down abandoned house. She shook her head as she slipped out of the room. She never took off her daggers nor her boots. You never knew when you would wake up and have to fight or run. Her long light brown hair seemed darker in the morning light. By the time the sun was up it would look almost blonde. She grabbed a rubber band from the remains of what looked to be an office and pulled her hair up. Cracking her knuckles then her neck she slipped out the whole in the wall of the old house.<br/><br/>Scanning the area trying to place the sound. She heard it to the was South East. She groaned inwardly knowing that was the way towards the safe zone. She had to make it there. If only to stock up on supplies and keep moving. Shaking her head as she started darting behind the garage of the neighboring house. She had to stay out of sight and move quickly if she wanted to make it to the old book binding factory by sundown. She knew the factory had a basement that was safe. Pulling out one of her daggers she sighed, rust was starting to form on them.<br/><br/>Glancing up as she made her way to another house that was still standing and looked safe. Maybe she could get some food or at least some water from there. Squating down she glanced towards the house and sprinted towards it. It was three almost four houses down from where she was. The other houses were barely four walls standing up. Some where burnt others where what looked like stepped on. Fear started to fill her as she ran, she couldn't be seen. Far to much for her to do before she could die. She wanted to be something more than just a street rat that no one remembered.<br/><br/>A smile creeped on her face as she reached the backyard of the standing house. Walking up to the backdoor she tested the handle to see if it was locked. Relief filled her as she opened the door and stepped in. Looking around the back hall she saw a washing machine and a dryer that seemed to be intacted still. She shook her head knowing if she were to use them the sound would attract<strong><em>IT</em></strong>. Walking down the hall slowly almost barely making a sound except when she stepped on a doll that squeaked when she stepped on it. Covering her mouth as to not let out another sound, she waited her foot still on the doll, her body stiff awaiting and listening.<br/><br/>Did she just give herself away to<strong><em>IT</em></strong>? Standing there she waited. Would she be found by<strong><em>IT</em></strong>or someone else trying to make their way to the safe zone as well??