Kenleigh Smith
People? She asked herself, grabbing a few things before she set off to find whoever it was. Maybe she was hearing things now, imagining it. Oh, I’m going crazy. She let out a stifled laugh as she turned a corner.
Nobody was there, and Kenleigh felt a little disappointed. Her disappointment disappeared when the sound of a door shutting echoed through the warehouse. She couldn’t see a thing in the corridor, no windows running through it and the power had been out for a long, long time. If someone was here, she just hoped it wasn’t a killer.
“Anyone home?!" Someone yelled. Startled by the sudden noise, Kenleigh dropped her knife and let out a shriek. The girl’s eyes widened as she put her hands over her mouth, taking a step back. Why am I such an idiot?! She looked around, seeing the blade of her knife glint in what little light there was.
The girl grabbed the knife, almost tripping over herself as she did. She stood up, inching her way back towards her little haven in the warehouse, where most of the light was.
“St-stay where you are.” She hissed, not able to see the man (Well he sounded like a man) in the darkness. “Don’t move an inch or I’ll shoot!” She threatened, although it was a flat out lie. Her gun was with her cot and it only had one bullet. But he couldn’t see that, could he.
She grabbed the dull flashlight she had out of her pocket; she only used it in emergencies and turned it on. Her eyes narrowed at the man, not able to see her behind the light. He was definitely older than her, younger than her father had been. She crossed her arms, not moving and making sure as hell he wouldn’t either.
“What do you want?” She asked, pleased that her voice didn’t sound scared anymore.