Animals were one thing, but people? Come on. If she had to, she would, but as of now, she was just trying to survive. But after a while, survival was something that was an instinct, and now she was just bored. And tired. She hadn't slept since arriving, too paranoid to let down her guard, but time seemed to drag on now and it was harder to keep cautious and alert. She was a hunter, and they needed their sleep. Otherwise they would be useless.
Once she was sure, that no one was outside waiting for an opportune moment to attack, she carefully climbed in through one of the ground floor windows. The hinges were rusted and made quite the effort to get open, but she was diligent and soon had it open enough that she could squeeze through. One could never be careful enough in these times, and going through the front door was just asking for trouble.
She went through each room, trying to keep as quiet and stealthy as she could so as not to alert another presence should it be there. After years of hunting animals, she'd learned a few tricks of sneaking up on them. She figured humans weren't really any different. They were all animals in the end.
Once she was satisfied that she was alone, she stayed to the last room. It was bland and nondescript. An examination table against the wall, that was it. She'd at least grabbed a few dusty, old magazines spread across a rickety end table in the reception area. It would do. By now, she was not picky. Some place to rest her head was all she needed.
The exam table was unfortunately screwed to the floor, but using the end of one of her darts and nearly an hour of patience she'd managed to get them slightly looser. Of course, she'd broken the dart in the process. One down, seven to go. She'd just have to be selective in how she used them. Another half an hour was spent using her hands and feet to try to get the bed loose. It took up a lot of her energy and strength to do it, but eventually she could shove it against the closed door. She didn't know what to do about the window for she had no energy left to look for anything else to use.
The best she could do was sleep facing the window. That way if someone came in through the door, the cot that she intended to sleep on would move, alerting her even in sleep. Someone still could come through the window should they wish. She had to take all possibilities into check.
Benni surveyed her handiwork for a moment longer, before snatching an ancient magazine she'd thrown onto the floor and hopping onto the table. It creaked dangerously underneath her weight, but luckily chose not to break in that instant. It wasn't long, as she flipped slowly through the magazine, before her eyes began to feel as if there were leaden weights attached to them. She yawned, her head falling to the side a bit. It was no use. She was too tired, and reading stuff that looked older than her parents wasn't helping.
She tried to fight sleep for as long as she could, but caution was soon thrown to the wind. Her head rolled slightly, before dropping forward, her eyes closed. She was passed out before she could even stop herself.
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