Rachel was in the middle of taking another gulp when she heard a noise:

Footsteps. They were quiet, but audible. 

She quietly grabs the pistol at her side and takes it in both hands. She took a deep, silent breath, calming her nerves, pulling up her hoodie slowly. The footsteps didn't sound like the bad guys, but she wasn't sure who it could be...

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

A... voice...?

The bad people didn't talk... they couldn't, dad said! However, mom did say not to trust people if they were bad... But this person didn't sound too bad... She sounded... scared.

Wriggling a little in the trash to avoid her leg from cramping up, she points the gun in the direction of the person who spoke. "... Hi..." She says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.