Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 4

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Zero woke with a start, shooting out of slumber with wide eyes. One moment she was in a void of darkness and the next she was conscious. It was like a switch had been flipped. Sitting up now, she took in a few deep breaths to get her bearings.

She could remember everything that happened yesterday, but she could not remember her dreams if she did dream. At the very least she wasn't starting off as another blank slate. It was comforting that she might be able to cultivate new memories, something she could keep possibly forever. She could live with that. She could live with yesterday being the start of a brand new life, as long as she wouldn't forget it.

This day was already beginning to be better than the last. She had woken with a shelter over her head instead of branches. Her clothes were dry and warm instead of wet and cold. She was clean instead of dirty. She wasn't being screamed at in the face by some beast-man with a horrid stench for breath.

Life was good at that moment.

Zero pushed the blanket off and swung her legs so that she was sitting normally on the couch. She mimicked Karl Heisenberg's stretch from last night to loosen up the muscles in her shoulders before she stood up. This was when she noticed something new about the large table in the room. It had been cleaned off of metal parts, and now held home to a pile of clothes, a metal plate of food, and a fresh glass of water. On top of the clothes was a piece of paper with messy handwriting.

These are for you. Be back soon.

Guessing this meant he wasn't around and that she should wait for him to get back, she sat down and ate her food. It was just another sandwich with some sort of meat and cheese, but it filled her up nicely. After washing up the dishes, and making herself another glass of water, Zero went to the bathroom with her new bounty.

Heisenberg must have taken a shower before he left because the mirror was still slightly foggy from steam. Zero could only see the bottom half of her face clearly, the corners of her mouth turned down ever so slightly. She thought she was smiling before. Her hand rose and she wiped away the condensation revealing the rest of her reflection.

Her features had not changed since yesterday. Her eyes were still that pale pink that looked so unnatural. Otherworldly, as Heisenberg put it. She didn't know what she expected when she had wiped the mirror. She had only hoped they would have looked different.

Heaving a sigh, Zero turned the knobs at the sink. Splashing some cold water on her face made her senses jolt like they were rewiring themselves. This made her feel more awake than she could ever remember, though that wasn't saying much.

Once she was done freshening up, Zero made her way back to the main room and cleaned up the sofa she had slept on. Folding up the blankets neatly and placing the pillows on top of them, she saw it made the thing look slightly more inviting.

When she took a seat she realized that she didn't really want to just sit and wait while doing nothing. There was a part of her that told her she should. That she should just sit there and wait for some sort of order. A command. She didn't want to do that, though. She wanted to do something. Occupy her time. Maybe she could make herself useful.

Her fingers twittled on her thighs until she stood up and observed the room. The place didn't look like a disaster, but everything had a light layer of dust like it hadn't been wiped down in a very long time. Deciding that she was going to fix this, she set forth towards the kitchen to search for cleaning supplies.