Just a normal day.. (part 2)

knocking intensified longer she walked to door, she placed hand on door handle, but didn’t press it. Diaz had weird Deja Vu feeling.
She took step back and looked around for any sort of weapeon, then it struck her that room look more like hospital than home one, althrough it was masked like her own bedroom. she walked to window and tried to open it, but it was stuck, being blocked closed by screws.

“fuck fuck fuck” she thought

knocking intensified, then some scrachin like someone works on lock. Diaz hidden behind door just before then oppened and dark clothed man entered room. Diaz went on her tiptoes out of room as silent as she could then looked around light corridor. She looked at her clothes, just plain T-shirt with leather jacket and jeans.

she stuck to shadows, waking silently, she knew somethng is wrong, she remembered fighting just yesterday.

as she walked down corridor she felt eyes on her back, as as often as she looked around she didn’t noticed anyone, she felt extreamly uncomfortable.
She reached fire stairwell and started slowly climb down, and opened Garage door… then everything went white again

yesterday (?)
Diaz opeened eyes, noticing she’s on ground, her AR few meters away, other soldier was crouching near she putting some bandages on her leg, she heard some muffled voices

-She’s still alive, but severly injured

-she’ll be fine, what about others?

-sir, she lost much blo… we’re loosing her again, call medevac for immidiet extraction!

everything faded back to white

today
Diaz stood up fro bed and looked around room then walked to mirror… then she heard knocking on door, and only silent humming was heard…
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive"

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