She opened a package of 'Sno-Balls', her favorite Hostess snack. Licking her lips once, the young woman bit into the sweet treat, which was her first food all day. It was late morning, her hair a good indicator that she had slept in. Surprisingly, the pallet she had made behind the counter was incredibly comfortable, which were layers of emergency blankets and available for sale winter jackets. Her cover was a large jacket she had worn the day she had sealed her fate in the gas station. No one had dropped by since she had locked herself away a week ago. Was no one left? The thought depressed her slightly. If there was no one, this was how her life would end. Eventually, she would go mad without company, or she would starve. Going out alone was a terrible idea, since there was no one to save her ass.