Zwei’s eyes fluttered open, her mind slowly booting up thanks to the beeping of the alarm clock next to her. Groggily, the petite German shifted under the large blanket, landing her hand on the holographic clock, shutting the blaring alarm clock off for the meantime before snuggling herself into the warm comfort of her bed and her spouse Barfleur who subconsciously wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist.
A couple of minutes passed with the German girl having successfully booting her mind back to working order, now slightly coherent though with a slight tinge of fatigue and drowsiness, the girl hesitantly separates herself from Barfluer and the bed itself, sitting at the age where her feet gingerly touch the cold carpet floor.
Slowly but surely Zwei made her way towards the apartment bathroom, shivering slightly to the cold ceramic flooring as she made her way towards the bathroom basin, staring at the reflection of herself.
Zwei could vividly remember how pale her skin was before, the small bags under her eyes due to the general lack of sleep thanks to the constant nightmares, the grime, and dirt that coated her face or body in general, and how thin she was as well. Now, most of it was gone thanks to the efforts of this Solas Tempus organization, her skin now held a healthy shade of pink and now clean for the first time in all her years in the depressing hellhole she was born in, though the bags under her eyes somewhat remained, but was less prominent than before.
A soft smile graced her lips at the positive changes to her body and overall environment, yet Zwei could feel a part of her missing the hostile environment she was forced to thrive in, the cold air, and the peacefulness of the zone. Activating the tap to wash her, splashing the cool water against her face, washing away the drowsiness from her system while at the same time thinking of what today’s plan was, and instantly recalled that they have a meeting with this social worker name Suzanne. Ther very same woman who has tried to help them phase into modern society and culture given as to how they have insufficient knowledge of today’s mannerism.
Shutting off the basin tap, cutting off the running water. The petite German girl raises to see her reflection once more only to be greeted face-to-face with the grotesque and rotting face of a roaring Bloodsucker. A fearful scream left Zwei’s mouth as the frightened girl landed butt first on the ceramic floor and was crawling backward unable to take her eyes off of the feral lambent eyes of the mutant beast before her that was sliding out of the glass mirror, moving towards her with its tentacle mouth stretched open.
Her eyes shrunk into pinpricks in fear the moment when she felt her back hit a dead end and as the feral mutant beast rose to its full height. Desperately, Zwei look all around in the bathroom, trying to find something she could defend herself with but unable to find anything of use and found herself helplessly watching the Bloodsucker raised one of its gnarled clawed hands and brought it down upon her with Zwei raising her hands and screaming.
ZWEI!!!
The bathroom door was slammed open with Verniy and Teruzuki followed by Barfleur charging in with their pistols raised and sweeping the room left and right only to find nothing dangerous, not even a shimmer in the air but instead a fearful Zwei who was on the floor, against the wall with her arms and legs tucked in. Immediately Teruzuki was the first to be at Zwei’s side, hugging the frightened petite German to which she returned the gesture, holding on to Teruzuki’s arm like a lifeline, raising her head to show her frightened and fearful expression to the Japanese brunette and shakingly turn to where she thought the bloodsucker was, only to find nothing at all besides Barfleur and Verniy with their pistols’ in hand.
Even now, after being separated from the zone for so long, the scars gifted from the harsh environments and tortures of the Zone still long remained with them, reminding the four that no matter how far, the Zone would always follow the one way or another. Such is the life of a S.T.A.L.K.E.R and denizen of the Zone herself.
@cyclops
//the group will be meeting the social workers at the Solas Tempus park facilities