11-29-2009, 05:10 AM
Sophia groaned…her head was pounding, each brain cell screamed with every turn her neck provided. It was an odd reaction to the state of pure bliss that she had experienced earlier, but that was how things tended to go with her. One moment things were going well, she had a good time, and all of a sudden she was sent hurdling down to a fiery death. Or, as luck had it, she was forced to fight some random girl after spending some quality recreational time with her. That’s how things went in a game like Dante’s Abyss, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
Her happy hangover of sorts made it difficult for her to concentrate on much of anything. She had gotten used to the cold—whether that was because she had adjusted adequately to the temperature or if she was about to die was something she couldn’t tell—and had resolved to stand awkwardly in the new area her collar had provided. Snowflakes converged around her, falling on her hair and melting, streaming water into her eyes. She blinked hard, and nearly sank to her knees in a daze. Whatever had vexed her really took its toll from her vitality, and the thought of a bed, even the cardboard-like beds that the bunker provided, sounded like heaven.
Luckily, a quick glance around the area provided a familiar sight—she had traveled the path on her way to the bunker the first time. The trail she had left was almost gone, though slight dents in the snow provided her enough of a clue to make a guess as to where to lead her feet. She didn’t want to continue further into the arctic, figuring that she had experienced enough winter to last her another lifetime. Shrugging, she turned around and faced the city—the border was in sight.
It didn’t take her long to rediscover the City Sector bunker. Stumbling through its threshold, she didn’t even stop to see if any of her friends had made it there. As she plopped face-first onto the nearest bed she could find, she figured that if they hadn’t experienced a horrible death, they would be waiting for her when she woke up.
Her happy hangover of sorts made it difficult for her to concentrate on much of anything. She had gotten used to the cold—whether that was because she had adjusted adequately to the temperature or if she was about to die was something she couldn’t tell—and had resolved to stand awkwardly in the new area her collar had provided. Snowflakes converged around her, falling on her hair and melting, streaming water into her eyes. She blinked hard, and nearly sank to her knees in a daze. Whatever had vexed her really took its toll from her vitality, and the thought of a bed, even the cardboard-like beds that the bunker provided, sounded like heaven.
Luckily, a quick glance around the area provided a familiar sight—she had traveled the path on her way to the bunker the first time. The trail she had left was almost gone, though slight dents in the snow provided her enough of a clue to make a guess as to where to lead her feet. She didn’t want to continue further into the arctic, figuring that she had experienced enough winter to last her another lifetime. Shrugging, she turned around and faced the city—the border was in sight.
It didn’t take her long to rediscover the City Sector bunker. Stumbling through its threshold, she didn’t even stop to see if any of her friends had made it there. As she plopped face-first onto the nearest bed she could find, she figured that if they hadn’t experienced a horrible death, they would be waiting for her when she woke up.
Quote:Sophia has left the Arctic Sector to move to the City Sector.
Quote:Sophia has entered the City Sector bunker.