Helen stared around the library, fear etched on her face. A spider crept up the large window; cobwebs strung between books on shelves; a small, lonely desk lurked by the door. The breeze smelt like acrid smoke invading her lungs. From the balcony, where it was murky and dark, came the sound of something shuffling, something wheezing, something breathing. But that was not the worst of her problems. Helen ducked behind a massive crate and hoped…