This chapter is just here to give some background. The next chapter is when she meets the Second Mass and the third chapter is where things speed up.
I wake up in another stranger's house, just like I have for the last few months. I'm constantly moving, sleeping in a new house every night. I only leave a house at dawn or twilight, for that's the safest; it's dark enough to see the lights on a machine alien, but light enough to see the green spiders. I carry only a backpack with clothes, food and water. I also have a hunting knife, a pistol and an automatic gun, with a few extra clips for each.
I get up, already dressed, sling the backpack over my shoulders, put my hair up and grab the pistol on the nightstand. I put on my holster for it and put it back in it. I pick up my automatic weapon and go downstairs. I already got all the food I could from this place and am ready to move on. Luckily the fridge was still cold, so I had a feast last night. I look out the window at the backdoor and, seeing nothing, I silently go outside. My weapon ready I quickly start to move down the street. I had gotten twelve blocks when I hear the groan of a machine. It's right around the corner, which is not twenty five meters from where I'm standing. The nearest house is too far, so I get into the nearest car. I know this type of truck, and so, thinking quickly, I crawl into the trunk. My dad had this truck and when he left things in it that someone might want to steal, he always put them in the trunk because it had something in it that pulled out, covering the entire trunk. This is what I did now. I pulled it over my head and controlled my breathing. I had been this situation before once and I know that it's the suspense and anticipation that always gets people. I can see that the machine is shining its light onto the car since there is a crack of light that shows through at the other side of the trunk. Then the light disappears and its steps grow fainter. I stay there for a moment before crawling to the other side of the trunk and peering out the window. I don't see anything there, so I pull the cover back and open the trunk. I don't bother to close it, but keep making my way down the street, away from the machine.
That's when the car beside me explodes.
