#c:apple

[chip-foster]

@appleasant​

It felt like there was nowhere he could go in the Tower to be completely free of everyone. On his breaks, he found himself spending more time walking around looking for a spot alone than he did actually sitting and being alone. He was getting more familiar with the Tower than ever before. On the opposite side of the large building from headquarters, he found himself walking down a half-lit hallway that seemed mostly quiet and let his curiosity get the better of him as he opened a closed door. It wasn’t until he stepped inside that the lights flicked on, revealing what looked like hundreds of old, outdated victor portraits leaning against walls or poking out of giant files. He’d barely taken a few steps when he saw a shadow start to blend with his. “What the fuck...” he muttered, music blasting so loud through his headphones he didn’t even realize the other person probably heard him.

[dolly-nova]

Amphora hadn’t slept very well. She was awoken by her own movements, her own thoughts, her own growling stomach, and more than anything, her own bright light. Maybe if everything else wasn’t so barren, it would’ve been easier to ignore the glow of her own suit. She kept twitching awake, quickly scanning the area for any sign of a flash of red. She feared she might see it too late, and her confidence in her ability to survive would vanish as quickly as her own life.

She was fully awake and hardly rested before the sun rose. With some light aside from her own clothes now, though, she felt more confident in moving away from the booth she’d been curled up behind. Unsure where else to go, she found herself walking in the direction of a mountain that was clearly breaking through the clouds in the distance. She was thirsty and she hoped that there might be at least a water source near it if she could reach it.

@isabela-leond2

@appleasant​

[dolly-nova]

@appleasant​

Amphora was cold to the tips of her fingers and toes, to the point of nearing numbness, but her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She normally moved quick and nimble, long legs taking long strides. But the snow was getting deep quick, and she found herself sliding on unexpected patches of frozen land or tripping over snow-covered tree roots. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, but she was trying to get back to the houses after getting turned around. She knew the broken windows and doors probably wouldn’t keep the snow out, but the walls would at least shield her from the howling winds.

There was a single building up ahead, one she didn’t recognize, but she didn’t hesitate to push through the door as soon as she was within reach. Her fingers felt like they were twice their actual size as she tried to curl them around the doorknob. She might find a group of blue team members inside ready to kill her, but at least they’d make it quicker than exposure. The worst part about last time she died was how long it took.