Natasha slowly awoke into the bright world of her bedroom. The sunlight bore through her thin curtains. Squinting at the rays of light that were streaming in, she grumbled at the rude awakening of the morning. Or whatever time of day it was. Either way she grabbed her covers and snuggled up in bed once again. 
Natasha laid there for a moment before she started to toss and turn but the nagging feeling at the back of her mind was telling that something was wrong. 

[i]Had the house always been this silent?[/i] Natasha wondered. She sleepily sat up in her bed and unwillingly slid out of it to fully standing up in the middle of her bedroom. Yawning, she ran her fingers through her short hair. 
To be fairly honest, she shouldn't be surprised if the house was empty, they usually were in the morning. That reminded her, was it even morning? With that question in mind Natasha turned to her bed, her eyes searching the bottom end of it looking for her phone. It was no longer in the same place as it was last night. 

Lazily, she fell onto the bed face first. She pushed herself up so she was now kneeling on the bed and began to search for her dear mobile device.

After along search of pulling on 'n' off bed sheets and blankets she found the little device dangling from its charger, the phone inches away from the ground. She carefully took the phone off charge and pressed a button to make it show the time. 13:14. She'd slept till around quarter past one. 

Natasha sighed at her phone before groggily opening her wardrobe and choosing her clothes for the day. She picked out her favourite skinny jeans, a random top and found her favourite wolf jacket to shove on. She shoved her slippers onto her feet before walking to her door and opening it inward slowly revealing her view of the landing.

In front of her, a mangled corpse of her brother was sprawled across the floor. Bits of flesh was stripped away, blood slowly oozed out onto the now rusty coloured carpet. Natasha shocked at the first sight, then looked at the corpse with disgust. "good riddance you lair. Betcha' can't lie yourself out of this situation, Now can you." It was clear something had happened, be it a serial killer or an animal, it made Natasha wary and cautious. She turned around and walked back to her room, opening up her bakery tool set on her bed, to find her sharpest knife as she did not want to be unarmed. It made her feel slightly more confident and more in control of the situation. Walking back onto the landing she nudged her brothers corpse with her foot before stepping over it.

Now strangely calm over the dark situation, she carefully tip toed down the stairs with the knife securely in her dominant left hand. Making sure she missed the top two and the 6th along with the 11th & 12th steps as the floor boards creaked when stepped on.

The hallway and stairs were clear of any carnage or intruders, letting Natasha smoothly cling to the walls and lean to her left to see if anyone or anything was in the living room. Well  lo and behold, a couple of bodies littered the living room floor. The smell that they gave off was revolting. Or was that coming off the thing that was stumbling around the living room. 

Natasha squinted in order to see the stumbling figuring in the middle of the room, she just couldn't seem to able to work out what it was. It was just too fuzzy.

She tilted her head to try and get a better angle on the thing, then her eyes grew wide with realization. she had forgotten glasses. She grimaced at the thought of the journey. Back up the stairs and past the corpse. [i]well, beggars can't be choosers[/i] she thought to herself as she chewed the inside of her cheek, while peering up the stairs.

Hoping the thing hadn't noticed her yet, Natasha turned on her heels and quickly crept up the stairs, stretching across the squeaky stairs,  stepping over the corpse left on the floor and into her bedroom, softly closing her door behind her. 

With some distance between the thing and her, Natasha flopped onto her bed in aftershock. Her objective of finding her glasses temporarily forgotten. She just sat there, staring at her cream coloured wall.

 A couple of hours  must of past as the next thing she hears makes her jump out of her skin. It was her tummy calling for food. The sudden noise of it startled her. It was as if reality had slapped her in the face. Tears fell down her face. For all she knew her parents were dead and her brother was definitely dead.  No doubt about that one.  She wanted to scream and wail out for her loss of family, but the fear of what was down stairs scared her into silent tears.

Natasha fell back onto her bed so she was looking at the ceiling, she felt drained of all emotions. The thought of sleeping it off and dealing with the situation crossed her mind when her tummy let out another gurgle. Clutching her tummy she sat up again, deciding that she couldn't ignore her basic need; she began to form a plan in her head.

Her left hand was loosely gripping the sharp knife as she carefully thought-out a plan. 

First objective was to find her glasses, she needed to see of course. The next course of action was to use some of her collected junk as a future distraction. She would proceed downstairs and try to distract  the thing long enough to get by or enough so she could engage it in battle or just a simple fight. She'd eat some food, then gather supplies around the area.

Switching the knife to a more comfortable position to wield, Natasha picked up her glasses from her dresser and adjusted them onto her face, pushing them up her nose. Grabbing a few  junk pieces she owned like a worn out car break, a light bulb  and a bunch of screws/nails/pins, she  readied herself for what was to come.