She had been sitting on her bed, with the shiny pink laptop settled in front of her, trying to find out information on her mom, her friends back home, check her email, all the usual jazz. Whatever happened, well, it was unexpected and she had no idea it was coming. The building seemed stable enough, it was meant to house those with super strength and stuff, right?
She's not one of them, so when the ceiling started to fall Chicken Little had no choice but to try to drag her mattress from the bed to the bathtub as if it were an earthquake. She had been fortunate enough to get there before things caved in entirely on her, though she had gotten rather mangled in the process from falling debris, falling ceiling, overturning tables and everything else. Adrenaline ran too high for her to realize the extent of her injuries just yet, but that allowed her to get into the bathtub and get the far too heavy mattress into place.
There she was when the block fell, in a bathtub, with the mattress ontop of her and the roof ontop of that, pinning her in, but at least she had air, and she was safe, until they found her, if they found her.. she hoped they would.