New World (OTA)
The initial reaction to disbelieve what was going around her had quickly dissipated. It was hard to deny something that was so physical and ever present. She was no longer home and in some place she was completely alien to. Everything was different. Structures were intact, people roamed freely, and the smell - it definitely smelled a lot nice.
Once she had gotten into the hotel and shown her room, Kyla had remained there for a long time. Her first night had been spent on the floor as if choosing to use the bed was somehow wrong. The second day she had finally gotten the nerve to use the shower. Running water was a luxury back home and it certainly was never quite as private as the one in her room.
Then finally, she had tried out the bed. It was so soft, so clean, that it took Kyla some time to get used to it, but once she slept - she slept. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but it was more than half a day at least.
Finally, this morning, Kyla decided she needed to explore. She had been living on the few fruits and vegetables she found in the room, but she knew in order to survive long term here, she would have to figure out where to get more.
She took the stairs down to the lobby of the hotel. She had discovered a dresser of clothes, clean and new, but she opted for her Resistance black army fatigues instead. They were somehow cleaner than she remembered them, but it felt good, at least, to have something familiar around her. Kyla left the sniper rifle in the room, but carried the side arm holstered on her right upper thigh.
Kyla pushed through the doors of the hotel, took three steps towards the street, and then froze. She didn't know why, but she did. She felt as if she forgot how to move and her chest began to feel tight.
Kyla was silently freaking out.
Once she had gotten into the hotel and shown her room, Kyla had remained there for a long time. Her first night had been spent on the floor as if choosing to use the bed was somehow wrong. The second day she had finally gotten the nerve to use the shower. Running water was a luxury back home and it certainly was never quite as private as the one in her room.
Then finally, she had tried out the bed. It was so soft, so clean, that it took Kyla some time to get used to it, but once she slept - she slept. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but it was more than half a day at least.
Finally, this morning, Kyla decided she needed to explore. She had been living on the few fruits and vegetables she found in the room, but she knew in order to survive long term here, she would have to figure out where to get more.
She took the stairs down to the lobby of the hotel. She had discovered a dresser of clothes, clean and new, but she opted for her Resistance black army fatigues instead. They were somehow cleaner than she remembered them, but it felt good, at least, to have something familiar around her. Kyla left the sniper rifle in the room, but carried the side arm holstered on her right upper thigh.
Kyla pushed through the doors of the hotel, took three steps towards the street, and then froze. She didn't know why, but she did. She felt as if she forgot how to move and her chest began to feel tight.
Kyla was silently freaking out.