Aella
I wake up in a bed of ashes, flames licking at my skin and yet they aren't burning me. I don't remember how I got here. I look at my surroundings. I seem to be in the remnants of a concrete building. There is no roof and the sides of the building are falling apart.
I roll over onto my side hugging my knees to my chest. I know that I need to stand up so that I can stop breathing in the smoke and ashes but I'm so tired and I'm in so much pain. Somehow there are no burns on my skin that I can see but there is a deep gash on my left thigh. I decide I will just lay here for a few for minutes and then I will get up and figure out where I am.
I here a loud boom sound and I raise my head. Black smoke starts rising from one of the destroyed structures nearby.
"Shit." I mutter the curse. Now I really need to get out of here. I know that there is probably little time before someone is attracted to that noise. Even if they aren't dangerous, staying in these unstable structures probably is.
I groan as I peel myself from the ashy floor. I look down I myself scanning for any possible injuries. Besides the gash on my thigh there seems to be minimal damage. I know that going towards whatever causes that loud boom is unwise so I slip in between the cracks in the wall facing the opposite direction.
Once I get outside of the crumbling structure I woke up in, I press myself against the wall to blend in with the shadows. I flip my black hood up on my black worn out hoodie and peek around the corner. This whole town seems to be run down. I can't see a single building that isn't damaged in some way. Some of them have been completely leveled and others are just boarded up.
I udjust the small pack on my pack that is carrying food and other various survival tools. I pat myself down to ensure my gun is still strapped to my good thigh and that my knife is in my right boot. It seems that I still have everything. Whatever blast caused the fire in the building I woke up in must have caused a head injury that affected my memory. I can't worry about that now. I have to figure out where I am and get somewhere safe so I can contact QSO (Quiet Shadow Organization) to get me the hell out of here.
I decide that my hood up is too suspicious. I can't risk being noticed but I also can't risk being too suspicious. I don't want to be stopped to be questioned. I put my hood down and instead grab the dark sunglasses from my pack. I put them on and take my hair out of my braid so that it frames my face.
I begin to walk down the cobbles streets towards where the structures are in slightly better condition. I'm hoping that I will be able to get some kind of single so I can send QSO my location.
It's so weird because I can't see anyone around. There has to be someone here. As I'm walking past a building that seems to be in great condition outside of the boarded windows I look at my watch to see if there is any signal. I see that my location has finally popped up, but why is it showing that I'm still on organization grounds.
Are they testing me? Why now though. I've been apart of QSO since I was a little girl. My parents supposedly worked for them and after they died on a mission, the organization began training me as one of their elite assassins. Now at age 22 I'm one of there youngest top security assassins. It makes no sense why they would begin putting me through simulation training. Yet there is no other explanation. Their tech wouldn't fail so my location has to be right.
I roll my eyes. Fine if they want to test me they can. I just need to figure out what they want me to do in this simulation.
I hear a scream from my left and immediately look in that direction while grabbing my gun. There is a woman on her knees blood slowly trickling from her mouth. A man is behind her with a gun aimed at the back of her head. He isn't staring at her though. He is staring at me.