Desserts had been the restaurants specialty when it had been open. Though by now the ice cream would have no doubt melted, and the pies, all lined neatly behind the glass counter by the register had spoiled. Their pies were seasonal, the summer fruits (blackberry, blueberry, strawberry, peaches) had gone rotten days ago, giving the restaurant a bitter and pungent smell.<br/><br/>She'd been staring at the pies, considering the possibility of meeting their same fate, when she heard the first clash and creak of metal - someone was trying to get inside. She stilled for a moment, before the thought starting rolling around in her head.<br/><br/><em>Someone was trying to get inside, someone was trying to get inside.</em><br/><br/>Stepping forward quickly she moved into the kitchen, the door lazily swinging back and forth from her rush. Her brown eyes searched wildly for anything, and finally landed on a metal muffin sheet hanging on the wall. She grabbed it, holding it against her chest as she ducked from view behind one of the kitchen counters, hearing the door finally give way and open.  What if it was, what if it was one of the sick people?<br/><br/>She licked her lips, weighing her options. If it was one of them, she might be able to slip out unnoticed if she kept quiet. But what if it was someone like her? Someone who felt just as jittery and nervous and hungry as she was? She bit down on her lip, before she called out warily from her hiding place. "Whose there?"<br/>