章節 34: CHEVEYA
She glared at the door, hate filled blue and gold heterochromic eyes fixed upon the blood covered wall. She had been here no telling how long. The machine which had provided her survival, lay completely abandoned and unusable against the wall, she leaned against. Her hands throbbed painfully, scraped and bruised from trying to break out. Suddenly voices can be heard. She straightened, flicking her ears as she crawled closer to the door. Herpalms flattened against the surface listening to the banging outside.
Someone was here? Trying to open the door? Uh oh... She retreated grabbing a somewhat large metal pole from the thing that had kept her alive. She stood beside the door, readied for whatever was coming after her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. No clue as to what had become of the wretched building which held her, or the virus which had proven to be non-effective within her blood stream. She had been a volunteer for a simple experiment, or so she had thought. A microbiologist turned weirdo with a unique blood disorder which put her and the virus in a commensal symbiosis. A She had some fighting ability, but not like those trying to break in, and even so, a small amount of her blood, could prove infectious.
She could hear alot of ruckus, after a moment she debated, dropping to her knees she slid over to the small vent to the right of the door, it wasn't large enough to squeeze through, but at the very least, maybe she could communicate through.
"Stop. Stop please. The noise attracts them. Please try to be quiet!" She called as quietly as she could, but loud enough so her voice could just barely be heard.
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