Things go from bad to worse...
There was no sound. Jillian was sure she outran them this time. She was smart though. Too smart to move this early and give up her location. The last time she did that, they nearly got her. She crouched in the shadows of a dumpster and waited. About twenty minutes passed before she dared to move, and even then it was only to move further into the alley where she could eat in peace.
“All this for a box of cereal,” Jillian whispered to herself. She squeezed through the small opening in the boarded up doorway of the abandoned building she called home. After climbing to the second floor, she barricaded herself in a small room that she was sure had once been an office. Probably where the boss sat in his cushy chair while the people worked their butts off in the sweat shop below.
After opening the box, she shoved handful after handful of cereal into her mouth until she couldn’t swallow another bite. Leaning back she sighed. It had been days since she had a full belly.
Jillian didn’t realize she had started dozing until a noise woke her. She wasn’t alone in the building. She heard the soft clang of boots on the metal stairway. She was trapped. She hid behind some boxes and old furniture that had been left behind just in time for someone to force their way through her barricade. She froze. For a moment there was no sound.
“I know you’re here,” a male’s voice called out.