Scan the room, pan back and listen hard for the small sounds that could mean company. It was something that she had done so many times that by now if she didn't need to use her eyes to see, she could have done it without them.
Scan the room, pan back and listen hard for the small sounds. After the second time she moved in a quick half crawl that took her into a room with a door still attached to it. A quick pocket rooting grab and a small spray can was pulled out and pointed at the hinges of the door. The small hissing sound of the spray was repeated again on the lower hinge and then the door was silently pushed closed. That was a trick that had been used many times. Ever so silently she twisted the lock closed.
The door wouldn't hold out against the giant mutant that seemed to be sniffing her out, but it would give her at least some warning. Anything and everything could be used as help.
She turned, her eyes scanning the room before her. Few details bothered to store themselves in her memory. The only one that truly drew her eyes in a most reverent manner were the windows, two of them. Both were nearly six feet tall and hinged in the middle. Somehow they had both survived Armageddon, neither had a crack.
She moved smoothly across the room to pear out the dusty glass that had somehow survived a few hundred years of weather after a nuclear apocalypse.
Outside was cloudy with the threat of rain coming, yet another thing to dodge if it was. Since Project Purity had first started the chance of having acid rainstorms had decreased drastically, especially after Purity 2, 3 and 4 had been started around the country. No the bigger worry she had now was how she was going to get down four stories.
The roar of a frustrated mutant seemed to rattle the building, thankfully from a story above her. She unhinged the window and sprayed the hinges before trying to open it. She peered out the window, sucking in the air that tasted so good after spending the better part of a day in a dusty old office building. She had hoped to find something here solely because an office building would offer so little to people. No such luck.
Well there was a ledge just below this one that if she was careful she could probably lower herself onto. It would be tricky, but she might be able to grab the side of the building for support and keep herself from falling. That would get her down one story and she might be able to then jump to the second story before finally trying to make a jump to the ground.
There was a good chance that she would just end up falling four stories down onto the broken pavement and scattered debris, but it was either that or let the big ugly thing catch her. Knowing that they ate their victims, usually before they died made her certain that the fall was preferable.
She had one leg out the window when she suddenly realized that she wasn't alone.
"You don't suppose she missed us do you?" An amused male voice asked from what had looked to be empty space behind her.