Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Amy groaned as consciousness returned. She was vaguely aware of pressure her sides and shoulder were being pressed inward. Had she fallen on her side? Maybe... Her eyelids twitched as she began to awaken. She breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the desert sa- No... no, she wasn't in the desert anymore. This was far too sterile. She sniffed again chemicals and grease, scents that stung her nostrils. There was something else... then it hit her. Food . She became keenly aware of just how hungry she was, more hungry than she'd been in a long time... it smelled so good, but she used every ounce of willpower to stop herself from jumping for it. She'd been moved, someone had power over her. Once she opened her eyes, she might well have to fight, so she drew in as much information as she could. Her ears perked something quietly beeping beside her, maybe a heart monitor in pre-war style. Breathing nearby. Only one person, but he might have robot guards. Her right arm was restrained somehow, maybe in a sling? She pressed her left palm downward onto the bed below her. She wasn't on some table, so she was being well-cared-for... they definitely cared if she was alive. And then she noticed it she wasn't in her fatigues anymore. Someone had stripped her while she was out. Those sick fucks . Amy's eyes flew open, fury burning behind them as she sat up and looked down herself. She was in her standard-issue olive green bra and panties, but who knew if she'd been left in them, or some freak had stripped those off, taken advantage of her, and put them back on? Taped to her wrist was a sensor, a cord leading from it to the heart rate monitor beside her. She'd have to be careful she would need to rip that off before she moved, but as soon as she did, it was going to make a lot of noise. She could see where she'd been patched up, and had an IV drip running to her right arm, feeding her clear liquid. She hoped that was saline, but she wasn't about to risk hope. Carefully, she pulled the IV out and then untied the sling her arm was in. Her arm was painful, but it would heal on its own. She might need use of it soon. The table next to her had her clothes on it, which was a relief, but all of her weapons were gone. The clothes rustled softly as she searched them they were stitched up better than they'd been when she'd taken on the Crneos, but there weren't even any magazines left in her pockets anymore she really was completely without weapons. She looked around again the room was cluttered with tech, extremely so, but the bed she was in was comfortable. Across from her was a chair, in which was a sleeping man who fit the egghead profile perfectly. He was kind of cute in a wimpy kind of way, maybe, but she was sure she could snap him like a toothpick. More importantly, he was standing between her and freedom. Considering everything she knew now, he was either here to keep her alive to be a prisoner, or he figured he'd found an anthro and was getting a free fuck toy. Either way, he was in for a nasty surprise. She flipped her legs over the edge of her bed and hopped off loudly, a loud Thud and a little shudder going through the room as her paws hit the ground. She ripped off the tape holding the heart rate sensor to her wrist, striding forward as menacingly as possible. The monitor let out an ominous, continual beep as her hands balled into fists, the anthro glaring dead into the man's eyes as she approached him. Where. Are. My. Weapons?