The Noise fluttered through the air, like a whip. It wasn't close to her but she could still make it out to be someone. It didn't matter what kind of noise it was, though, it only matter that there was one. Rachael Grabbed her Crowbar, and put her pet mouse, Rico, back in it's box. She stood up with a violent glare in hey eyes, scanning the area like a battlefield. Her mind went blank for a few seconds as she couldn't tell what was going to happen next. A small voice in her head, barely significant in the slightest, said a single word. Food. She knelt down quicker than she thought, grabbing everything she had recklessly spread across a small area. The tin cans, box of cereal, it all went back into a small bag kept on her side, just next to Rico's cage. Rachael couldn't make out the words to say anything. She was scared. The noise sounded like a wold attacking something, the low pitch growling and the snarling that followed. Nothing could convince her it was anything els. She tightened her grip on her crowbar as she her slow footsteps gradually escalated into a quick jog. She kept looking back at the place she was leaving, she knew she was no good in a fight so if anything was after her she need to know. She went to look forward again, before she was stopped in her track. She fell backwards on the ground, in a daze.