Hazel wasn't a stranger to the realities of a post-apocalyptic world, having spent all 21 years of her life just trying to stay alive. Given this fact, you would think that she had at least opened her eyes to the way humans behaved when faced with desperation, but that was not the case. Because of her selective naivety, she was now silently running as fast as possible down a hill from two not so pleasant strangers that she had tried to help. Hazel wasn't one of the survivors armed to the teeth with guns, so truthfully they were wasting their time searching for her, but telling them so would do no good and they would only realize she was telling the truth after searching her dead body. Her chest felt heavy as she pushed herself to keep going. She was on the brink of losing them, she could tell by the fact that she could no longer hear their footsteps behind her. The young woman's backpack was heavy on her small, thin body and caused fatigue to set in faster than what would allow her to safely get away. As she began to feel the last of her energy drain, she saw an old abandoned house through the brush. A look behind her shoulder let her know that she had at least temporarily lost the two men and she quickly and quietly made her way towards the building. The windows had been boarded up, however, the garage door was open just enough at the bottom for her to crawl under and take refuge inside. Once she was safe, she forced herself to keep moving to a hiding spot inside. In the corner of the garage was a very large, very ancient freezer. She breathed a sigh of relief after noting that it was big enough for her to hide inside with her bag. Hazel crawled inside the freezer, which smelled of a mixture of rotting meat and mold. She propped the lid open slightly with her small metal box of bobby pins, which allowed her to watch for the two men without fear of being spotted. Panic seeped into her bones as she heard their voices outside the garage. Go away, go away, go away, should have never even talked to you... She thought to herself, biting her bottom lip.