[ Moira wakes up to the sound of scratching on the walls, and the first thing she thinks is shit, not again.
This is the second time she's woken up somewhere unfamiliar to the sound of something unusual, strange and discomforting surrounding her. Her crowbar is there, at least, as well as her guns and flash light, so she's pretty damn happy about that. At least she isn't completely without a weapon.
Tucking all else away, she holds her crowbar in her slightly shaking hands, and makes her way out of what seems to be a medical area. There are doors at the end, and she doesn't bother with any others before making her way to them, shining her flashlight at the words to make them clearer in the dimly lit hallway, and has to hold strong in the face of a wave of nausea that hits her at the sight of what the words might be made of, because no matter what she's lived through, the effect never changes.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER...
And again, all she can think is shit, because this isn't a situation she wanted to end up in, after having just been in one.
(She had just been about to find Barry, about to find her father, and yet... Here she is. In another fucking apocalyptic area, without Claire or Evgeny or her father, and it's fan-fucking-tastic that she would end up by herself again.)
She taps the end of her crowbar against her leg for a moment, before pushing open one of the doors and closing it behind her, looking back for only a second to see the words printed on there, too. They mimic the words on the other side, and are just as helpful in the information they hand her, because at least she knows now she isn't on the Overseer's island, despite the constantly red bracelet that still rests on her wrist.
And fuck. This is a world-wide thing, not just an island-only one. Even better.
It's only when she hears someone else walking, footsteps sounding eerily terrifying in the current world she's stuck in, that she spins around and throws her makeshift weapon up, ready to brain whoever it is approaching because of course it would be a zombie, knowing her luck.
Except it isn't. And Moira doesn't know if she should be happy or not. ]
Woah, shit, sorry! You surprised me— [ then she pauses, looking unhappy and unsure, before speaking again. ] Hey, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on here?!
moira burton | resident evil | ota
This is the second time she's woken up somewhere unfamiliar to the sound of something unusual, strange and discomforting surrounding her. Her crowbar is there, at least, as well as her guns and flash light, so she's pretty damn happy about that. At least she isn't completely without a weapon.
Tucking all else away, she holds her crowbar in her slightly shaking hands, and makes her way out of what seems to be a medical area. There are doors at the end, and she doesn't bother with any others before making her way to them, shining her flashlight at the words to make them clearer in the dimly lit hallway, and has to hold strong in the face of a wave of nausea that hits her at the sight of what the words might be made of, because no matter what she's lived through, the effect never changes.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE WITHOUT A GUN AND WATER...
And again, all she can think is shit, because this isn't a situation she wanted to end up in, after having just been in one.
(She had just been about to find Barry, about to find her father, and yet... Here she is. In another fucking apocalyptic area, without Claire or Evgeny or her father, and it's fan-fucking-tastic that she would end up by herself again.)
She taps the end of her crowbar against her leg for a moment, before pushing open one of the doors and closing it behind her, looking back for only a second to see the words printed on there, too. They mimic the words on the other side, and are just as helpful in the information they hand her, because at least she knows now she isn't on the Overseer's island, despite the constantly red bracelet that still rests on her wrist.
And fuck. This is a world-wide thing, not just an island-only one. Even better.
It's only when she hears someone else walking, footsteps sounding eerily terrifying in the current world she's stuck in, that she spins around and throws her makeshift weapon up, ready to brain whoever it is approaching because of course it would be a zombie, knowing her luck.
Except it isn't. And Moira doesn't know if she should be happy or not. ]
Woah, shit, sorry! You surprised me— [ then she pauses, looking unhappy and unsure, before speaking again. ] Hey, do you have any idea what the fuck is going on here?!