See where we began; [Active; Open]
Characters: Penny, anyone who happens upon her
Content: Formerly dead wake up very not dead.
Location: St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital
Time of day: early afternoon
Warnings: noooone
Penny opened her eyes, the first thing she sees a generic-looking hospital ceiling. It only takes her a moment to be relieved that she can see again, before she sits up, a little surprised at the fact that she's still wearing the dress she'd been wearing at the opening of the shelter. Didn't hospitals usually provide a gown of some kind?
It registered, a moment later as she traced her hands along her belly that there was no wound. No pain, no dull feeling of heavy medication, and no bandages. There were rips in her dress where she knew she'd been hit, but the pain that had felt endless was gone. Brow furrowed, Penny looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Everything looked dusty, like no one had been here in a long time.
Slowly swinging her legs over the side of the bed she stood, making her way into the hall. More dust, more of that abandoned feeling. Nervously she walked down the hall, the silence only broken by the clack of her heels on linoleum, a foreign sound she knew to what a hospital should be filled with.
Approaching the lobby, and then the entranceway she was met with more of the same, silence, some sign of a quick exit with chairs overturned and TV-sets left on, only showing snow. She stepped out onto the street, shivering as she's hit with a cold much more extreme than LA ever got, as well as the demolished sight before her.
"Oh my God." She couldn't even tell where she was, the buildings looked foreign to her, but distantly familiar like something she might've seen in a book or a movie, and partially damaged. Had there been some kind of earthquake? Natural disaster? Whatever it had been... it had been bad.
Content: Formerly dead wake up very not dead.
Location: St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital
Time of day: early afternoon
Warnings: noooone
Penny opened her eyes, the first thing she sees a generic-looking hospital ceiling. It only takes her a moment to be relieved that she can see again, before she sits up, a little surprised at the fact that she's still wearing the dress she'd been wearing at the opening of the shelter. Didn't hospitals usually provide a gown of some kind?
It registered, a moment later as she traced her hands along her belly that there was no wound. No pain, no dull feeling of heavy medication, and no bandages. There were rips in her dress where she knew she'd been hit, but the pain that had felt endless was gone. Brow furrowed, Penny looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Everything looked dusty, like no one had been here in a long time.
Slowly swinging her legs over the side of the bed she stood, making her way into the hall. More dust, more of that abandoned feeling. Nervously she walked down the hall, the silence only broken by the clack of her heels on linoleum, a foreign sound she knew to what a hospital should be filled with.
Approaching the lobby, and then the entranceway she was met with more of the same, silence, some sign of a quick exit with chairs overturned and TV-sets left on, only showing snow. She stepped out onto the street, shivering as she's hit with a cold much more extreme than LA ever got, as well as the demolished sight before her.
"Oh my God." She couldn't even tell where she was, the buildings looked foreign to her, but distantly familiar like something she might've seen in a book or a movie, and partially damaged. Had there been some kind of earthquake? Natural disaster? Whatever it had been... it had been bad.