She didn't get far within the building before being stopped by a large hand, as large as a catcher's glove. This hand belonged to a rather plump teen, and the teen was smirking.
"What do we got here? A rat, running about? That can't do. Not at all." And his hand grabbed IdentityUnknown's throat, and slammed her to the floor.
"You know, Mark would be pleased to kill you once he finds out you've escaped. But," he reaches out, breaks a container, and grabs a rather large ax, "I think I'll deal with you." He grazes IdentityUnknown's cheek with the ax, causing a thin stream of blood to leak out.