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Chapter 4
The sun begins to fall outside the factory as orange rays of sunlight shine through the windows of the basement.
No one has come down in the basement after that man went back up, they must have gotten enough supplies from the boxes that they needed for today.
Throughout the day, Katrina took the hours to explore the basement as she had nothing else to possibly do but that. Every now and then she would hear voices from up the stairs, only voices she remembers hearing this morning, none from that guy they all call Hewitt.
She has decided that once she knows the factory has closed for the night, she will head up into the factory to get some food if there is any at all.
Once night falls, she doesn't hear any voices what so ever.
Katrina slowly walks over to the stairs and ascends them, eventually entering a room full of machinery and large wooden containers full of water which looks extremely unsanitary, every now and then in the containers she sees chunks of meat floating in the water, which kills her appetite.
"…I didn't want to eat anyway…" She says to herself.
Slowly she makes her way up a ladder which leads to a platform connected to the only way out of this section of the factory, a door.
She opens the door and enters a room that seems to be someone's office, possibly the boss's.
Approaching the desk she searches through it to find any kind of weapon in case she gets jumped when she exits the factory in case she doesn't find any food at all, or any food the boss possibly forgot to eat while he was here. Who knows, there is always a possibility, even if it might be slim to none.
And of course, she finds nothing, no food, no weapon.
"Just my luck…"
Just as she finishes that sentence she hears something in a different room, like a thump.
Immediately she hides under the desk where the chair would be, wondering whether or not her theory about the factory being closed or not was true.
Slowly she creeps out of her small shelter to take a look around, on her knees she slowly peeks over the desk, taking in a large figure standing in the doorway of the office that wasn't open when she first got in the room, the figure's head immediately turns in her direction as she realizes she has been found once again.
Immediately as the figure sees her she ducks her head down and slowly moves back under the desk, not making one noise as she covers her mouth with her hand.
…a fucking weapon would be a really decent item for me to have right now!
Hearing slow footsteps coming closer to the desk, she hides deeper under the desk and against one of its walls in case the person decides to look under it, they would have a lesser chance of spotting her in the darkness.
Feet come into her sight as they turn towards her as the figure slowly kneels down and looks in her direction, the familiar mask-covered face and hair-covered eyes from earlier lock on hers.
Her eyes widen as she whimpers out of fear, basically seeming like a cornered, abused and lost puppy.
The man pushes the chair aside and reaches towards her as she screams and tries to sink further away from his reach.