Jackie awoke to a start, her head swiftly turning to the source of the sound. In the end it was just a small, injured rat at the far end of the alley. The girl had fallen asleep in said alley, body curled into a ball. Even with her back all the way against the wall, her knees uncomfortably brushed the wall in front of her. Standing slowly, she grabbed the bike and book bag she had propped against the wall a few inches further into the alley. Shambling out of the tight space, Jackie slowly got onto her bike. After a quick check of the street, she began pedaling down the road at a moderate pace. She had to look out for resources. She had to look out for people. As she got further, Jackie stopped in front of a small park. Still on her bike, she leaned down and grabbed something from the ground "A matchbox?" She grinned to herself "успех!"