<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s5.favim.com/orig/54/brown-dirty-blonde-girl-hair-Favim.com-528527.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffff90">☣</span><span style="color: #82eeee">I am cold, can you hear...?</span><br/><span style="color: #ffff90">☣</span><span style="color: #82eeee">I will fly with no hope, no fear...</span><br/><span style="color: #ffff90">☣</span><span style="color: #82eeee">And the ground taunts my wings...</span><br/><span style="color: #ffff90">☣</span><span style="color: #82eeee">Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing...</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Maura semi came to as she felt herself being lifted up off the ground, noticing that the gunfire had ceased. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Wha...? How am I not zombie food...?"</span></span> She tried to make out who the strangers were that were carrying her away, but her vision was blurred and she couldn't clearly make out what they were saying. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Wait...did <span style="font-weight: bold">they</span> find me?!"</span></span> The brunette felt panic start to build inside of her as the thought overtook her mind along with what they would do to her for harming (and hopefully killing) their friend. She tried to pull away from the embrace the strangers had on her, but her frail state made it impossible. The stress of her thoughts and not knowing what was going on around her was too much for her body to handle. Before she knew it, she had passed out again, the fear still in the back of her mind of what she would awake to...</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">________</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">The sound of buzzing lights, faint voices, and footsteps slowly stirred Maura out of her unconsciousness. After blinking a few times, she shot up right in the bed fearing where she might be. The tug of the needles in her arms and stabbing pain in her shoulder caused her to recoil a bit. She grimaced from the pain, but her light hazel eyes made quick work of scanning her surroundings. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Is this some kind of hospital?"</span></span> She asked herself. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"It's too homey feeling...must have make-shifted a house or something into one..."</span></span> This was far from what she was expecting. Why would the men from before <span style="font-style: italic">save</span> her? It made no sense. <br/><br/><span style="color: #a74ac7">"D*mn, they took my clothes too?"</span> She whispered to herself as she realized she was in a hospital gown. To her, this didn't seem to add up. She tried to think back to before she got here, the faint outline of walls flashed through her mind. Then it clicked, she must have stumbled upon another camp. Lucky for her they were kind enough to let her in. With this new realization she didn't feel as tense, however, she knew better than to let her guard down. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"If I'm wrong and it actually is the camp of those bandits, I'd rather not sit around and wait to find out..."</span></span> And with that thought she pulled out the needles and detached various other cords tracking her vitals. <br/><br/>Maura quietly got out of the bed, a hand bracing herself up against the wall. Whatever pain medication they had given her made her body feel heavy and sluggish, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. The brunette made sure to check all the drawers and cabinets first, just to see if there was anything useful defense wise; to no surprise there were none to be found. Seeing as that was a lost cause she went to the door pressing her ear against it, only hearing some voices off a little ways down the hallway, but nothing in her immediate area. She decided to take a chance and turned the door knob, only to find that it was locked. <span style="color: #a74ac7">"Okay...that's a bit unsettling."</span> The annoyance thick in her voice. Though she knew they were probably being cautious, for good reason, you can't trust anyone anymore. <br/><br/>Having nothing better to do, she returned to her bed, pulling her knees into her chest, head resting on top of them. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Guess I'm stuck waiting after all. Oh well. At least I'm behind walls - for now."</span></span> Only a few minutes after her failed escape attempt did the door unlock and open. Maura's body tensed, her eyes narrowing in uneasiness not knowing what to expect. The instinct to fight having become second nature to her. A middle-aged woman appeared in the doorway, a look of surprise on her face. <span style="color: blue">"Oh, good evening dear. Nice to see you came to."</span> The lady offered her a warm smile, but Maura was less than receptive to it. <span style="color: blue">"Look, I know the locked door was off putting, but after you being asleep for almost two full days, we weren't sure what might happen to you. It's for the safety of the <span style="font-style: italic">others</span>."</span> She explained before turning to leave. <span style="color: blue">"I'll get Dr. Green. He's the one to decide if you're well enough to leave."</span> With that the woman shut and locked the door behind her. <span style="color: #a74ac7"><span style="font-style: italic">"Two days huh? Must've been worse off than I'd realized."</span></span> Maura thought running a hand through her messy light brown hair awaiting the arrival of this Dr. Green fellow. She hopped he'd let her out of this place tonight. She wasn't one to stay in one place too long. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, at least night after everything went to h*ll.</div>