She began to stir from sleep when she felt a cold draft on her legs. Heather opened her eyes and instantly knew something was very wrong. Trying to remember what happened she sat up and began to look around her, squinting her eyes at walls which looked dank and from the smell were damp. The last thing she could remember was beginning her walk home after finishing her shift at the store. Now she found herself here, though she wasn't quite sure where here was. As her eyes adjusted to the limited light she could see shelves filled with boxes against one wall and the door where some limited light was coming in. From the look of the place and the stairs which climbed up to the door she began to think she might be in a cellar.<br/><br/>Heather finally pulled herself together and stood up though she felt a bit dizzy. Making her way to the fence she squeezed through the missing part and stumbled up the stairs towards the door. She hadn't even looked into the even darker corners of the room she had woken in to see if anyone else might be there besides herself. But then again why should she? All she knew was she was scared and wanted to get out of the place as quickly as she could.