I'm not dead yet!

[von_uberwolf]

Oblivion passed, and Angela's consciousness slowly crawled back into the universe. It was Dark. Dark and extremely cold. She felt vaguely sore, like she had had a heavy workout yesterday, but she couldn't clearly remember if she had. Worry about that later, figure out the present, then you can figure out the past.

Eventually, she decided that the reason it was so dark was that there was a sheet covering her entire body, and it was cold because she was lying on some kind of metal surface. She tried out a few mental explanations for why she might be in this situation and liked none of them. Nothing for it then but to try sitting up. Angela stiffly pulled the sheet off of her face and creaked up into a sitting position. It was still dark, but at least now she could make out some shapes. Moonlight filtered in through some windows towards the ceiling, highlighting parts of the room in stark light compared to the otherwise relative black. Metal tables, rows of refrigerated cubbies lining the wall, neat stacks of surgical equipment, biohazard containers, a computer in the corner. "Morgue."

She was in the morgue in the police station. She was completely naked, lying under a sheet, in a morgue. She didn't FEEL dead, though.

Suddenly the memories that had been waiting for a good moment to get her attention jumped into focus. The drug bust. That too young face behind the gun. The numb feeling of shock as her insides were reduced to a bloody casserole by multiple armor piercing bullets. Dropping the shotgun. Dying. She HAD died! No one could have survived that. Anyways they don't take healthy people to a morgue.

Grimacing, she dared to risk a glance down at her torso. No gunshot wounds. No bandages or stitches. Not even a goddamn scar! What the hell was going on!? She shoved that thought aside for the moment. Whatever had happened, she was still here, and it was getting damn cold. Angela ripped the tag off her toe, furiously ignoring the DOA written on it, hopped off the table, and padded across the room to a closet to poke around in. A minute later found her wrapped up in someone else's lab coat. It wasn't a very long coat, and if she bent over she would distract the hell out of any men behind her, but it would do for now. What she really needed was some place to get her act together. She couldn't drive home, since her keys were in her locker, and the locker room might have some of the night shift right now, who would want to ask her questions that she really didn't feel up to answering right now.

So. Explain to normals why she's not dead, or walk home alone in the dark without much in the way of clothing? Not that getting home would help much without her keys.

She glanced over at the desk in the corner. It had a computer...


[Audio at 2 in the morning.]

I have had a really, really bad day. I need a place to crash for the night, some clothes, and a lack of stupid questions. If anyone felt up to supplying any of those I would be extremely grateful.

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voice {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

Aa? I couldn't guess that, but I suppose I can provide something.

[von_uberwolf]

Of course he has to be the first to pick up.

How about answers. What day is today? Tonight. What day is tonight.

When is now? How long have I been out?

[ursoreckless]

[he needs a life]

It's still the 19th. They had a news segment about some drug bust with a couple dead including a cop about two hours ago.

I guess that'll be you?

[von_uberwolf]

Oh my God I'm on the news?

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[mood2wiingiing]

ok now thiis i2 a novel idea but how about the safe hou2e we have for that speciific purpose?

[von_uberwolf]

Of course you have a safe house.

That doesn't do me much good without clothes or a car. Or someone who knows where the safe house is.

[mood2wiingiing]

ii guess he could come get you maybe.
with clothes?

[von_uberwolf]

Clothes would be fantastic.

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

[[...wait a second... isn't...

One moment, he has to go find the news again... huuuh]]

So were rumors of your death over exaggerated or do we have another zombie in our midst?

[von_uberwolf]

The...the holes are just gone, so I'm gonna go with the first one.

[shiromadoushi]

Super accelerated healing?

Because the news was pretty sure you were dead.

[von_uberwolf]

I will be happy to talk to you about this in detail later but right now basically my last memory is getting shot five times in the chest by some punk kid with a gun.

I am feeling brittle.

[worldmother]

[Well, she was going to go to bed after a particularly long study session, then this came over the feed.

Holy... There was no way.]

You're not...

[von_uberwolf]

I'm not...?

[worldmother]

The one from the news report.

[The officer that died.]

[von_uberwolf]

I am.

I guess. I haven't seen it myself.

[originaloddcouple]

[It took a while for the the Dians to do the following things: 1) Realize the cop they talked to maybe... twice had, in fact, died. 2) Stop wailing. Miria's mother got really mad at them. 3) Wake up and check the network. 4) Recognize the voice of the cop they talked to maybe twice who had, in fact, lived.]

...Miss Angela cop lady?

MISS ANGELA COP LADY?!

ARE YOU OKAY?!

ARE YOU A ZOMBIE?!

ARE YOU MILDLY HEALTHY DESPITE BULLETS AND STUFF?!

[What was that about stupid questions?]

[von_uberwolf]

I'm not a zombie! Stop yelling over each other!

[originaloddcouple]

Right yes, sorry!

Not a zombie! Sorry!

...But you are okay, right?

And relatively safe? And not dead?

[von_uberwolf]

I'm cold and half an inch from freaking out, but no I don't think anyone is going to find me before I can get to somewhere safe.

NOT HERE AT ALL

[siesinddasessen]

[OH.





FUCK.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

SERIOUSLY.

And she thought this couldn't get any worse.


Let her just swear out as loudly as she can without someone coming to check on her for a few minutes.]

I'M ON TO YOU

[von_uberwolf]

[You are on my shit list, bitch. I have your scent, and there is no escape.]

I'M ON TO YOU

[siesinddasessen]

[Blaine would be the person to invent scent bombs in this world.

Too bad she does not know about Angela's smelling skills. Or the slightest idea about how they work.]

NOT HERE AT ALL

[siesinddasessen]

[She...

she needs to calm down, first of all. And then figure out how to deal with this. Decide if she thinks that she can avoid this woman for good, or if she should better confront her on her own terms, see if she recognizes her - she really shouldn't. Blaine is confident in her dressing up as someone else skills, and it was dark enough that under the hood and with the beard, not much of her should have been visible, and the hair is absolutely different too...

Too bad that that costume has seen it's last day of usage. And generally of life. A few things had to burn.

Yes, Angela should not recognize her. But she should also not be alive.]

NOT HERE AT ALL

[siesinddasessen]

[...


She has no clue how to feel about that, actually.


Having a face to the person that she killed, putting a person to the uniform, had shifted things a bit, and while she still knew that it had been the right thing...


And now she was still alive.

And a voice has been added to the face.

...At least she isn't with the police anymore, and if she is considered death, she can't witness against her...

But personal agendas are still a thing. And if she tells the network...

This might actually be worse.

She has taken so many measures to make sure that in the case that one day she would get deeper into shit than she already was, she could cover her tracks, but...

Fuck.]