[b]Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Daniel Crowe[/b]

"Hello There..." A voice behind Valentina made her jump. Shaken, the girl stopped trying to pry the cabinet door open and turned slowly around, shaken by the fact that she had been discovered. Upon turning around, she saw who that voice belonged to; a rather tall, brown-haired man, pointing a pistol at her. Valentina shook in fear and defeat as she stared down the barrel of the gun, saliva and foam dribbling unceremoniously down the side of her mouth, her knife hanging uselessly in her hand by her side.

By now, her hunger and social isolation had stolen most of her power of speech, social graces and manners, so all Valentina was to look away in a mix of fright and shyness, like a kid being caught doing something wrong (which she was), unconsciously taking steps back, as far away from the pistol as possible until her back met the kitchen counter she was messing with. Strangely enough, the only thought going through her mind was food even when it seemed that she would die within moments.