Rachel... hadn't stood up in at least a day. 

Her legs felt numb. The dull pain of pins and needles had subsided several hours ago, and now the only feeling in her legs was a faint tingling. She could feel the muscles in her legs softening, sinking into her bones, as though they were trying to force them apart. Her mind was just as numb, the after-effects of the drugs still tingling despite all the time that had passed. 

[i]'I... feel hungry...'[/i]

Her hand shuffles through the gaps in the small cubby which she had made for herself, reaching for the large bag of supplies -- well, large for her -- that she was left with. Reaching inside, Rachel takes out one of the cans which could be accessed without a can opener, considering she wasn't quite sure how to use one, and pried it open using the screwdriver on the multi tool. So much work for cold spaghetti...

She gulps down some of the spaghetti and sits silently in contemplation, waiting. "Where's momma...? Where's favva...?" She asks nobody in particular - probably herself, she knew, though no answers came from neither herself nor the surrounding garbage. She considers reading the note left by her mother, however decides not to, simply shaking her head and taking another sip from her spaghetti. 

[i]'Mom... Dad... Where are you...?'[/i]