She's Gone

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna grunted at being thrown against the wall again. They'd been on the run for eight hours, trying to get to somewhere safe but Joanna was starting to think they wouldn't. That was the fourth time that hour

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[john_grimm]

"Anyone in there?" John yells, trying to peer into the dark interior of the pod. He can't see anything, so he aims at the door with his gun, stalking forward slowly, getting closer and closer until he's less than a foot from the opening.

He flicks on the light at the end of his gun, pointing it through the sliver of open door. He can see a smooth interior, a head-rest, some controls....

A body is slumped in the seat, bent forward like the rag doll Sam used to carry around when they were kids. He pushes closer, shoving the light through the door.

It's a girl. A young girl. And there's blood dripping down her forehead.

"Fuck," John curses, flicking the safety back on and slinging the gun on its strap over his shoulder. He grasps the edge of the door in his hands, pulling. In one sharp tug, the metal and plastic giving a great groan, the door comes free.

John crouches down, reaching awkwardly inside the small escape pod for the crumpled body. He pulls her out, careful to keep her head from hitting the top of the doorway. He lays her gently on the sand, pulling off his jacket and using it to cushion her injured head.

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna groans, still unconscious and two padds fall out of her not quite white anymore lab coat. She's light, even for her size, and her hair the remains of a scrunchie is caught in her hair which has blood mixed in with it.

The first padd is filled with nothing but scientfic information on crop yields and antibiotic reproduction. The second one, however has all sorts of captures, many of them featuring her Daddy and Papa through the years.