Snippet #2473683

Star silently followed Troy to the shack by the cabin, peering at the near empty freezer while he fished out some stuff. Fish and Pizza? As long as it was food, she was happy. She felt a little light headed and figured food would help solve that problem. The cabin seemed nice, and there weren't any other SWAT vans pulling into the clearing so it would have to do. Although she sighed, knowing she would probably not be able to ever return to her humble cottage again.

As she walked into the cabin, she jumped back, startled to see that Spitfire was, well, on fire. In a wooden cabin. Star really questioned that girl's intelligence.

"Are you trying to set this place on fire?" She asked, slightly amused. She dropped down next to Adam and the fire, even though she really wasn't cold. But the fire was comforting and so she bathed in it's warmth, hoping Spitfire wouldn't get any ideas and light her hair on fire or something.

"So what happens if they find us here?" She mused aloud. Where would they go then? Why are they even hunting them? Star's stomach grumbled, interrupting her thoughts. She needed food now. SHe couldn't wait for the fish to thaw and pizzas to cook. Hoping for any scraps of food, she went to the kitchen. The refrigerator yielded nothing, and the cupboards were just as bare. Opening the pantry, she found a few things. An empty cereal box, a can of corn, a half empty box of pasta, a granola bar wrapper, and a jar of Nutella. Jackpot. With high hopes, she pulled down the chocolaty goodness and twisted open the jar. She didn't know how long it had been in there and frankly she didn't care. It wasn't all dried up so she plucked a spoon from a drawer and spooned it into her mouth. She thought maybe she should share it with the others, but Nutella was so good, and there wasn't much left anyway, so she shamefully ate it, with a spoon, in the kitchen.

And enjoyed it.