The sound of the footsteps grew louder and closer, making Beatrice's heart race. She quickly retraced her steps, her mind racing.
She heard a voice from another room, "Who's there?"
She paused, trying to figure out what to do. She didn't want to be caught. She took a deep breath, and in a split second decision, she grabbed the rug filled with food and threw it out the window. As she followed the rug, she heard the voice calling out again, "What's going on in there?"
Beatrice landed with a thud on the ground below and picked up the rug, the weight of the rug causing her to stumble slightly. She quickly got to her feet and ran into the darkness, hoping that whoever had heard her wouldn't follow.
As Beatrice sprinted through the darkness, she heard the sound of a loud alarm blaring from the house. The noise echoed through the neighborhood, causing lights to turn on in nearby homes as people woke up from the commotion. Beatrice pushed herself to run faster, using her inhuman speed to weave through the streets and yards.
Beatrice's heart was racing with adrenaline as she caught sight of the fence.
The sound of her heart thumped loudly in her ears as she ran towards the fence. Her adrenaline was pumping. She felt her body surge with energy as she called forth her shadows to help her climb the fence. With every step, she felt her muscles burning with exertion, but she refused to slow down. The cool metal of the fence was a welcome relief to her sweaty palms as she grabbed on and propelled herself even higher, the rush of the wind in her hair. As she soared over the top, she felt weightless, almost like she was flying. She felt the thrill of the moment surge through her as she fell towards the ground, but she quickly gathered her wits and landed with a roll.
As she caught her breath, she glanced around to make sure she hadn't been followed. The rug filled with food was heavy on her back, but she knew she had to keep moving. She dashed towards the darkened alleys, the rug bouncing against her back as she ran. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the empty streets, but she couldn't afford to slow down. She needed to get to safety before anyone realized what she had done.
Finally reaching the isolated restroom, Beatrice let out a sigh of relief as she caught her breath.
The moonlight coming from the small window illuminated the room in a pale blue light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Beatrice's heart was still pounding from the adrenaline rush of her escape. She ran her hands through her hair, feeling sweat and dirt stick to her fingers. With a deep breath, she reached for the rug and carefully opened it. Some of the containers had been jostled around and were now at odd angles, but upon closer inspection, the food inside was still salvageable. She let out a relieved sigh and smiled to herself. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a long time. She reached inside the rug and picked up a ripe fruit, examining it before taking a bite. Juice dripped down her chin, but she didn't mind. The sweet, tangy taste was a welcome relief from the blandness of the memories she had been consuming. Satisfied, she tied the rug closed again and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. The exhaustion of the night's events caught up with her, and she let herself drift off to sleep.
Beatrice sat inside a damp room, her once fancy clothes now torn and raggedy. The dampness had soaked into her clothes and the coldness had crept into her bones. The walls were made of gray stones, with moss and mildew growing in the corners. A small, barred window let in a meager amount of light, and the only furniture in the room was a dirty straw mat in one corner. The air was thick with the musty smell of dampness and decay, and the only sound was the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe.
As Beatrice curled up on the cold, hard straw mat in the corner, she closed her eyes and tried to shut out the world. However, the deafening wails and cries of the others echoed around her, making it impossible for her to find any peace or quiet. The sounds were haunting, and they seemed to come from every direction, as if the walls themselves were alive and crying out in pain. Beatrice tried to cover her ears, but the sounds still pierced through, sending chills down her spine.
Beatrice felt a huge sense of dread wash over her. As she slowly opened her mouth to scream, she woke up.
As Beatrice opened her eyes, she looked around the small isolated restroom. Sunlight was pouring through the gaps on the boarded-up window, creating a dimly lit atmosphere. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calmness wash over her. Slowly, she reached for her rug filled with food and started to prepare a small meal for herself.