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Apr. 13th, 2017 04:10 pm[ The first thing she notices is the lack of pain.
Carolyn Fry opens her eyes and sits up with a groan, hand moving to her stomach. She remembers being impaled -- there's still a rip on her shirt, still blood staining the fabric and her skin. Her blood, and she takes a deep breath, then another.
She's alive. There's no gaping wound, no talon lodged through her torso from behind. There's light, even -- more of it than there was on the planet, than the bio-luminescence of the slugs and the escape skiff. It's not natural light, but that just makes her sit up further.
It's a ship. It's not any ship she's ever seen before, but it's definitely a ship. It's cold, she realizes after a moment; her breath is visible in front of her, and her hair is still wet from the rain. Her blood is rapidly cooling, and Carolyn makes a disgusted noise as pulls her hand away from where she's supposed to have been impaled. It drops to the ground next to her and she nearly shouts in surprise as it closes on something.
There's a large, curved claw there. She knows its feeling intimately, now. She wants to throw it across the hall, but instead she stands, still holding it.
She's alive. That doesn't mean she's safe. She could have been pulled onto a ship for any number of reasons, though that doesn't explain her lack of injuries and it doesn't explain why she's just woken up in a hallway -- unless something happened. A lot of things happen in space. ]
Step one, [ she murmurs, looking both ways down the hall before picking a direction to head in. ] Find a way to get this blood off.
Carolyn Fry opens her eyes and sits up with a groan, hand moving to her stomach. She remembers being impaled -- there's still a rip on her shirt, still blood staining the fabric and her skin. Her blood, and she takes a deep breath, then another.
She's alive. There's no gaping wound, no talon lodged through her torso from behind. There's light, even -- more of it than there was on the planet, than the bio-luminescence of the slugs and the escape skiff. It's not natural light, but that just makes her sit up further.
It's a ship. It's not any ship she's ever seen before, but it's definitely a ship. It's cold, she realizes after a moment; her breath is visible in front of her, and her hair is still wet from the rain. Her blood is rapidly cooling, and Carolyn makes a disgusted noise as pulls her hand away from where she's supposed to have been impaled. It drops to the ground next to her and she nearly shouts in surprise as it closes on something.
There's a large, curved claw there. She knows its feeling intimately, now. She wants to throw it across the hall, but instead she stands, still holding it.
She's alive. That doesn't mean she's safe. She could have been pulled onto a ship for any number of reasons, though that doesn't explain her lack of injuries and it doesn't explain why she's just woken up in a hallway -- unless something happened. A lot of things happen in space. ]
Step one, [ she murmurs, looking both ways down the hall before picking a direction to head in. ] Find a way to get this blood off.