laces wrote:❊ - ᴘᴇᴛʀᴀ - ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ - ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴏᴜᴛ - ᴛᴀɢs: alexis, anyone else in the lookoutpetra's eyes opened. the first thing that registered in her brain was a wood planked ceiling above her. her eyes felt heavy and gritty and she could tell she wasn't lying in the lab she had become accustomed to, but in fact the softest bed she could remember ever lying on. everything near her smelled old, musty, and alive with a thick humid blanket wrapped around it. the sun filtered through an open window to the right of the room. she swung her legs over the bed and stood, stretching her painful back and arms. years of restraint had given her the arthritic pain of a woman nearly four times her age, though it was nothing compared to the experiments she suffered.
looking out the window, she was surprised to not see any brick walls painted white to cover graffiti like she would at home in mexico, but green. so much green, so many trees, thick moss, giant boulders covered with the stuff. tender fern shoots nosed their way out of the ground, seemingly protesting the awakening of life that coaxed them out of their wet loamy bed. vines grew along the stony wall of the building. it was a paradise. there was no way it was real.
where the hell am i? she thought incredulously. reluctantly turning from the window and the surreal scenery that she wasn't sure was real, she walked to the door and opened it. a quick glance both ways in the hall showed her doors in the walls that were roughly the same size as hers. petra stepped out, not bothering to close the door behind her, and began walking. she wondered if she would find anyone. she wondered if she'd be punished for leaving the room, though she didn't care. she kept walking.
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