†WOMAN†

Aria's senses were on high alert as she began to hear footsteps coming from outside the kitchen door. At first, they were faint, but they quickly grew louder and more distinct. Aria quickly reached for her small gun, she had dropped it on her hip when she was checking the shelves. Aria held it tightly in her hand.

She looked around the kitchen frantically, searching for a place to hide then her eyes landed on the large industrial sized refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen. It was the perfect place to hide, and Aria quickly moved towards it, her gun still clutched in her hand. She slipped behind the refrigerator, holding her breath and hoping that whoever was making the noise wouldn't find her.