It takes her a moment to fully register where she is. It's dark, and the heavy, black plastic over her face is suffocating. She nearly panics as she hears the compartment she's in unlock and the shelf slide out. She's done this twice before, but it's still terrifying, and she swallows hard as she forces herself to unzip the bag carefully instead of clawing her way out.
Tifa slides off the shelf to the tile floor and puts her head between her knees, sucking in deep, shaking breaths as she wills her heartbeat to slow. She's okay. She's alive. She shouldn't be. No one else has revived in months. But she's okay. What if Royce isn't?
She forces herself to sit up, not thinking too hard about the fact that her clothes are completely clean and free of holes. It doesn't make sense, and it makes her stomach turn. There's a weight in her pocket too, and when she reaches her hand in, she finds her tablet. It was in her pack, she knows it was, but whatever revived her made sure she had it. She shudders at the thought.
Neither of them have used the network in months. There's no point when there's no one else to contact, but now Tifa unlocks her tablet and opens Royce's inbox, closing her eyes for a moment as she tries to calm down. She's terrified that he did something stupid, something reckless but... Royce is all about survival. He wouldn't do that, would he?
Tifa swallows roughly again, determined to keep her voice steady as she sets the message to video and starts recording. It doesn't work, and the expression on her face is more than enough of a give away that she's not doing well anyway.]
Royce? I'm...
[Back? She doesn't know how she's back. Just her and no one else.]
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It takes her a moment to fully register where she is. It's dark, and the heavy, black plastic over her face is suffocating. She nearly panics as she hears the compartment she's in unlock and the shelf slide out. She's done this twice before, but it's still terrifying, and she swallows hard as she forces herself to unzip the bag carefully instead of clawing her way out.
Tifa slides off the shelf to the tile floor and puts her head between her knees, sucking in deep, shaking breaths as she wills her heartbeat to slow. She's okay. She's alive. She shouldn't be. No one else has revived in months. But she's okay. What if Royce isn't?
She forces herself to sit up, not thinking too hard about the fact that her clothes are completely clean and free of holes. It doesn't make sense, and it makes her stomach turn. There's a weight in her pocket too, and when she reaches her hand in, she finds her tablet. It was in her pack, she knows it was, but whatever revived her made sure she had it. She shudders at the thought.
Neither of them have used the network in months. There's no point when there's no one else to contact, but now Tifa unlocks her tablet and opens Royce's inbox, closing her eyes for a moment as she tries to calm down. She's terrified that he did something stupid, something reckless but... Royce is all about survival. He wouldn't do that, would he?
Tifa swallows roughly again, determined to keep her voice steady as she sets the message to video and starts recording. It doesn't work, and the expression on her face is more than enough of a give away that she's not doing well anyway.]
Royce? I'm...
[Back? She doesn't know how she's back. Just her and no one else.]
Are you there? I'm okay, I'm... I-I came back.