Woman on an island, day 26

Back in the shelter again, it feels weird being down here- like the ghost of John Henry Moore is still here and looking over my shoulder. Oh stop being such a superstitious tart! You have work to do! I take the leftover cans in the pantry, I don't know if their still edible but it's worth a shot! I take some bedding but leave the death bed alone, it just doesn't feel right somehow. I grab the Life magazine, this will make good kindling for fire. I see a door tucked away in the corner and I easily pick the old lock and I open the door- it's a maintenance closet! And somebody left a few old rusty tools behind! Yes! I start putting my stash in a neat pile when I hear something...what is that?...It's footsteps! I peek around the corner just to see a person disappearing around a corner! Stop! Come back! I chase after the person down the corridors, It looks like a woman! I dash around the corner in pursuit of this person when....gone. She's gone! She could not have escaped out of the fountain entrance, I had it covered...She's vanished into thin air!