[b]Valentina Vetrov - Haywood[/b]

Valentina had been spying on some people in the distance for several hours now, unsure of what to do. It was a cold, windy day - it being winter, every single day was cold and windy, and it wasn't friendly to the young girl. Valentina had been on the run for several days now, and she was far from her sleep spots. In fact, there was a desperately constant, gnawing feeling in her that she was lost, that she would never get back to her secret places again. Worse still, she hadn't eaten for close to three days - the next nightfall would mark her third missing dinner. The thought of her stacks of canned food made the nauseous sensation in her stomach even worse. Valentina was afraid of people, and what they might do to her, but she knew just as well that when there's people, there would also be food. Even Manson had food.

All it took was another groan of her stomach and her nearly vomiting to push her into it, into finding a way in. Darting from car to car and rubble to rubble, she came up to the chainlink fences surrounding the Place with People. Keeping low, Valentina was constantly keeping a lookout for guards, her tired eyes shifting about quickly. Following the chainlink fence, she searched feverishly for a way in, and would not give up even after exhausting a side of the Place with People. Her effort was only rewarded when she searched the next side, in the form of a small, loose section of the fence, the chink in the armour of the Place with People big enough for her to squeeze through, except...

She had to leave her Purple Hello Kitty Backpack behind. Already desperate, she shrugged it off and hid it in a dustbin, carrying with her only Valerie's Taurus Model 85 .38 Snub-Nosed Revolver (which had only a single bullet) and Lieutenant Hugh's Combat Knife. A simple but vicious steak knife was stuck on her belt, and just like how her late soldier friend had taught her, she kept a home-made little blade hidden in the lining of her jeans.

Wiping off the foam that was beginning to form on the side of her mouth, Valentina squeezed through - although weak from her starvation, the promise of food kept her alert and careful. As a guard was quickly approaching, the girl was nearly sliding through in a hurry and managed to hide behind a pile of trash before he noticed anything.

Surveying the compound she had just sneaked into, Valentina saw a huge apartment building and several houses. People were walking around freely, but mostly around the largest building. The obvious choice was the closest house, which seemed to be the biggest. With her stomach feeling like it was no longer there anymore, she wanted her food quick and she wanted her food NOW.

Upon seeing opportunity, Valentina darted to her targeted house. Wasting no time as a guard might come around the corner at any moment, Valentina climbed through an open window as soon as her hunch tells her that there was no one on the other side... And promptly landed in the kitchen - exactly where she wanted to be in. Sweat was beginning to form on her dirty forehead as Valentina's bloodshot eyes searched for food, and only food.

"Hey," A faint voice had said somewhere near the house. "How's it going?" In her frenzied state, Valentina did not care. Darting across the kitchen in anticipation of precious food, Valentina paid for her lack of caution when she tried the closest cabinet door, and found that it wasn't just locked, but produced a rather dull, metallic noise when she tried to force it open.

Aware that she'd made some noise, Valentina tried to work as quickly as she could, her head constantly turning to check on the door leading into the kitchen, paranoid that someone would barge into the kitchen and catch her red-handed. Pulling her knife out, she stuck it into the gap of the cabinet door and tried to force it open, her eyes wide in concentration, unaware that saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth where foam was forming again as even her body knew subconsciously that there was food - tasty, tasty food - in there....