Waking up is rough; Allison scrambles with desperation to breathe, the memory of the Oni's sword piercing through her at the forefront of her mind. Her hand immediately reaches for her abdomen, trying to find the blood, but there's nothing there.
Scott, her memory supplies. Lydia.
Allison looks around, her vision adjusting to the room around her, but she's not where she remembers being last. She remembers dying. She remembers...
She remembers. Her thoughts are sluggish, but she remembers even if she's quickly filled in that those memories aren't her own once she starts asking for her friends. For her father. They're glitches, they explain; she has been re-created. The memories aren't her own.
And... Sadly, it makes sense. The memories may be glitches, but she remembers the Oni. Their sword. She remembers the way it pierced through her, so swiftly and without hesitation. She remembers falling, and Scott rushing to her. She remembers the struggle to breathe, the way her mouth tastes like copper from the blood that kept pooling in her throat.
She remembers.
She remembers dying, and it's the thought that makes her stop struggling. She shouldn't be awake. She shouldn't be alive, yet here she is; she had been given a second chance. Being herded like cattle wearing a jumpsuit isn't exactly her idea of resurrection, but she goes through the motions. She takes in the information they give her, she takes the information that they supply her about her job. For now she just tries to process as much information as possible before she makes her way outside. First she'll do orientation and then, after that...
After that, she'll try to find a way to settle in somehow even if there's a sense of hollowness that she can't seem to get rid of even if she tries to ignore it.
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Scott, her memory supplies. Lydia.
Allison looks around, her vision adjusting to the room around her, but she's not where she remembers being last. She remembers dying. She remembers...
She remembers. Her thoughts are sluggish, but she remembers even if she's quickly filled in that those memories aren't her own once she starts asking for her friends. For her father. They're glitches, they explain; she has been re-created. The memories aren't her own.
And... Sadly, it makes sense. The memories may be glitches, but she remembers the Oni. Their sword. She remembers the way it pierced through her, so swiftly and without hesitation. She remembers falling, and Scott rushing to her. She remembers the struggle to breathe, the way her mouth tastes like copper from the blood that kept pooling in her throat.
She remembers.
She remembers dying, and it's the thought that makes her stop struggling. She shouldn't be awake. She shouldn't be alive, yet here she is; she had been given a second chance. Being herded like cattle wearing a jumpsuit isn't exactly her idea of resurrection, but she goes through the motions. She takes in the information they give her, she takes the information that they supply her about her job. For now she just tries to process as much information as possible before she makes her way outside. First she'll do orientation and then, after that...
After that, she'll try to find a way to settle in somehow even if there's a sense of hollowness that she can't seem to get rid of even if she tries to ignore it.