Cylana awoke as the first rays of sunlight slanted in through the basement window right in her face.  She had a very uneasy feeling that it was time to move on but she was too scared to move.  Something just wasn't right.  It was far to quite outside at least until A loud bellowing sound came from outside, sounding somewhere between the horn of a steam liner, and the low rumble of a large animal, amplified ten fold.  It wasn't exactly right outside of the house she had been hiding in for the last couple of days but it was to damn close for her own comfort.  As she sat up she began to feel the vibrations in the floor of the basement.  IT was coming closer.  A fact that was attested to by the fact that the window above her that had been previously been filled with sun light was now darkened in shadow.<br/><br/>Cylana held her breath calling upon every god and goddess she could possibly think of to protect her from the thing that had destroyed the beautiful neighbor hood in which she had grown up.  Including her own house which was now little more than a pile of rubble siting upon its foundation.<br/><br/>The shadow moved from the window and the vibrations subsided from beneath her ass that was cold from laying on the concrete floor of the basement where she had been hiding.  'Today is definitely moving day.' Cyl thought as she stood up rubbing her arms that were wrapped tightly around her own chest.  She picked up her back pack which held the few things which she still bothered to carry around.  A deck of Tarrot Cards, one can opener, one bottle opener that could also be used to uncork a bottle of wine.  An old army mess kit she had picked up somewhere along the way in her travels, several candles, a decent supply of matches, and her changes of clothes.  All that was left was to place the Kitana back in its place as well as the foot long double edged knife.  She somehow doubted that such things would help her against It but they gave her some measure of security so she held onto them all the same.<br/><br/>Cautiously she made her way up the basement stairs and across the linoleum kitchen floor.  Standing slowly she looked out the window of the back door.  The back yard was her immediate view with a broken fence that revealed the neighbors back yard and crumbled walls of a house as well.  The same could be said for the next 10 houses in between.  Then there was another house that looked to be in the same shape she was in now.  As in still standing.  'There that is my next goal.'  She thought.  But before going out the door she grabbed as much canned food as she could and put it in her back pack as well.  She never knew exactly what she would find at her next hiding place so it never hurt to be prepared.<br/><br/>As quickly and quietly as she could she made her way down the street and into the 11th house without having been seen.  Slowly she crept through the silent kitchen heading directly for the basement door.  Her nerves were already shot from going as far as she had so she needed a place to rest where she knew she would be safe.  However when she opened the basement door there was the low growl of a dog from somewhere out of sight.  'A live dog in a basement?'  The question flickered through her mind.   It had been nearly 3 months since she had seen or even heard a dog.  'How could a dog survive in a basement this long?'<br/><br/>'There has to be someone else here that's how!!'  She thought then after she closed the basement door behind her she called out softly, "Hello!  Is there someone down here?"  Even speaking as soft as she was her own voice to her sounded as loud as if she had spoken through some kind of megaphone.  But her only answer at first was the dog who started to growl more loudly than before.  And it sounded like she could hear paws clicking against the darkened basement floor below.