— ❝ ᴜɴsᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ...❞ ↪ ( ᴘs × ʙs )
A heavy sigh racks through her body and causes her to shudder against the gusting winds penetrating the delicate fabric of her sweater. She presses a closed fist against her pursed lips and coughs quietly into her hand before wrapping her arms tight around her body to block out any more merciless breezes. Out of the rundown building designated for medical purposes only, she knows that is not where she belongs. Currently, she should be sorting through medicines, counting and calculating what is missing and what is needed. But stress has her taking a brief break from it all. Each and every day she is tormented by thoughts of the rest of her life being filled with this same routine. It is nothing like she ever thought her life would be. Nowhere near what she desires.
"This sucks." The statement is whispered silently to herself as she stares blankly out into the distance. Thoughts of waking up from this nightmare and resting once more with her mother (in the hospital or not, she would take it) fill her mind and warm her heart only momentarily before the cold takes over again. It is an endless cycle of her being optimistic until pessimism takes all her happiness away. Along with the feeling of utter doom comes the feeling of complete uneasiness, something she had been unwillingly forced to become accustomed to in this new world of terror against humanity. She is constantly frightened by the moments in which she finds herself alone, without any protection from anyone, out in the open where anything or anyone had the opportunity to simply snatch her up and carry her away. Or possibly take her life for no justifiable reason at all.
Suddenly, a loud rustling noise startles her out of her self-loathing thoughts in seconds flat. Immediately, her instincts have her shuffling backwards, practically tiptoeing away from the scene just in case the source of the noise is what her mind expects it to be. The sound continues without interruption, growing louder and louder, closer and closer to her current location. "Who's there?" she whispers in a barely audible voice, eyes darting to and fro in a weak attempt to catch sight of whatever predator was out there. Her mind offers up the possibility of the invader being an infected creature, but with the efforts of the Lotus Clan, she knows that will most likely not be whatever the moving thing was out there. "I'm warning you," Celes says. "I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it until I eventually get a direct hit on you. I've been practicing."