Halette had seen it so many times in films that she hadn't thought twice when she needed a place to hide. She had rounded the corner at the end of the alley and saw the dumpster sitting there, a once-shining-but-now-rusted beacon of hope, and scrambled toward it. Her nose had briefly registered an unpleasant odor as she approached the metal bin, but she didn't have time to second-guess her decision. She needed a place to hide and there were no other options.
The smell from outside had been a pungent mixture of sun-baked, rotting meat and decomposing vegetable matter. The smell from within was so much worse. She struggled to breathe as little as possible, refusing to breathe through her mouth for fear that she would taste the foul odor, and listened for her pursuers' footsteps. To her dismay, the footsteps approached and then stopped right next to the dumpster.
"Where did she go?" growled one of the men.
"Damned if I know," responded another, his voice slightly muffled. "Hells, this bin reeks! Let's check down the side alley."
Halette spilled out of the bin the moment she felt it was safe and gasped in clean air. She scurried down the alley, backtracking in an attempt to lose the men searching for her, and did her best to ignore the smell that clung to her hair, skin, and clothes.
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