Rachel sat, curled up in her own little world, in the a small shared house in one of the safe zones. There were several people living there, and she had only come because the military needed the bunker at the mansion and forced her to leave, but she tolerated it, as surely Jason would come here to either destroy the military or kill the civilians. However, after two weeks, she was giving up hope of ever seeing him again, and only stayed because of a slight hope that still existed within her, possibly a remnant of what she once was wishing to come back again.