She pressed on her invisible watch located on the left wrist, her eyes suddenly strained to see a bright glow as it was showing her information about the direction organized with the said place. It was not part of a general detour, since the place was once an earth-landers restaurant called 'Ranter', the last time it was active was thirty years ago. She sticks on running without adding an extra break, even if she was now close by there was no more time to scan for images from before to after about the point she was in.
'The place... it has been abandoned for a long time.' She looks back as she speaks to her head at the same time the tiny rocks on the way were shaking. The same 'new' sentries from before were still chasing her. Ciana's face grew stern. Somehow knowing that if she ignored studying the possible paths of the area then she would be shut in by now. She had to get out of here at any cost as she evaluated what was inside the Ranter. Then she felt a wooly crust on an object beneath her shoe, her hands also slipped through a broken, rusty dirt on the metallic table which got her fingers dug into it. A stack of muck that proves the thirty-year-old report from her timepiece clung firmly into her nails, inside. Visibly, it was a dangerous place for humans. And honestly, it was shut off and confined for a palpable reason—a history of Y virus. There were two things for sure that fits to describe the Ranter, Crumbling Bliss.
Her wristwatch chimed as it closes the information about the location she was in. It was enough for her to acquire an insight into the difficult way that she will put up with. She instantly kicked a chair that was blocking her way, and a piercing clash banged on the wall. She brushed her fingers on her cloth, making sure that there was no filth missing. Twinkles soared in never-ending digit with her rushing excitement waving back, she caught herself deflating the stuff that was stuck on her lungs.
'How long am I going to keep running here?'
She had to reach for the shades. Obscurity. However, there were none at the moment. Substitute lights were everywhere at the location. But why? Was there something more about the Y virus? Not interested to be familiar with, she clicked away the questions running on her sourly. She began holding back her breath again. What else can she do? The tomorrow lies many solutions, unregistered memories. Waiting. Waiting to be seen.
Aware that the sentries will catch up to her in any minute, either from the front, sides or the back, she touched the hidden weapons under her suit. With her left eye slowly summoning a dark, bloody-red color, she blinks. Feeling uncomfortable. 'What is this pressure?' She was asking herself. Ciana did not know that her left eye was starting to change its hue, this was the first. Still, she pushed herself out from the area. Her movements were just a sound of a whisper. Loose yet certain.
She jumped over an upside down six-foot locker and it did not take too long for the sentries that were slowed down to reach near her. Damn it, the calmness remained but the plan got to divert in option B. She headed forward, down, sprinting through a room that has huge pipes. Where was she heading? She does not know; all she can think was a successful choice. She did not stopover. Keeping her head straight.
"Surrender now!" Snubbing the instruction of the loud sentry commander, Ciana already knew that the item and her needed to show up in the Warzone Headquarters alive. How could she fail the elders, when the other beings assumed of her as a 'Weak' one.
Beyond the inner chamber, a pipe that was twice as large as the ones she manages to run through made her generate a pressure to her physique, she was carrying her weight while making a three sixty degrees roll in the midair. The sentries could not go back now; they cannot just let her go.
Warzone and Eakra ought to be far enough from each other and the clan she was in does not want to carry a member that brought shame to them.
She then got a good idea by placing her palms on the pipe that was still cold, her strength increases its maximum support with the attire she has. She lifted it up until a steam started spilling out from the pipe. Her skin unpredictably discharges more or less sweats now. No matter how heavy the item was, she does not sweat before. Something was changing.
The item was considered important, not her. She was running limitlessly to protect a thing that was not hers. She cannot even go against it. She did not expect that the escape would take extra time from her actual schedule and not even a sign of salvage. Well, that was not part of the problem.
As the steam continued to spread out the room, her left eye was glowing red with a hint of veins throbbing on the edge of her left eyebrow. Her body has been bit by bit covered with the mist, only her left eye was visible by ferocity, striking afterglow. Seeing the sentries throwing, pushing through the obstacles, Ciana quickly turn around. Dumping everything that was on her front to the back. From dismantled stoves, pans and necessary earthly items that were used as a kitchen tool were being thrown away by her. This would hold the dozen sentries longer.
Nine minutes later, her senses wandered around the new prospect. She found herself admiring the field with her steady plan, even her strength has been combined with calmness as she thought that everything was just cool. Automatically, Ciana let her glance swing over to the beaded sand with a vast view. Her expression hardened as she saw the beads rising and dropping on the ground, Extra sentries. It was a peculiar awareness, seeing that the new batch of sentries were there, spinning under the beaded sands with three meters away.
'What do I expect? More of them. My day will be stretched.'
There was nowhere she may perhaps go without jolting into an altered batch of sentries.