Misunderstood Control

Adventure

The moment she woke up, loralie put on her shoes and grabbed Nikki. A small meow escaped her little mouth as loralie set her down on the ground. “Follow me now cutie, we’re going on an adventure!” she smiled. As she started walking, the cat followed after her. Thank God the poor kitty was trained. Eventually, she Had found her way to where the door was that everyone escaped from before. Loralie’s heart began beating faster than usual. It started to almost burn, and her ears started ringing. Vision hazy, she kept fighting forward. She needed to get to the door and quick. Loralie remembered when the old doctor said there would be some short term effects. She knew it wasn’t the deadly one because well.. she wasn’t dead, unfortunately. Nikki ran ahead of her and started pawing on the door, and loralie gave a weak smile. A rush of sadness and depression wove over her, remembering the pain she had gone through that day. Her anger came up once more, remembering how everyone had just left her there to die. Her heart dropped as she ran to the door, pounding on it with her fists. There had to be a break in the door somewhere eventually. Everything in her body hurt like hell, but she didn’t care at all. She had to get out of there. Kicking and pounding on the door was the only thing she could think of. A sickening amount of time had gone by, her knuckles bleeding out everywhere. Hot tears stung her face and dry eyes, making her pounds weaker and weaker by the moment. Loralie grabbed the knife out of the pocket of her lab coat, hoping to strike down the door like she had before. Stabbing the knife against the door, it didn’t budge one bit. Screaming and crying as the knife gripped in her head bent and broke, she had lay down in defeat. Who the hell made a door that strong? Who were they trying to keep in? Or out? She threw the knife across the room in anger and frustration. It’s not like the cat had gotten up and opened the door with it’s paws, she thought. Loralie laughed at the idea, and shook it away just as quickly. Her face was still a hot wet mess, Nikki licking the tears off her face. She laughed and pet her head. “such a clever little kitty now are you?” she whispered with a smile on her face. Nikki curled up next to her new owner, purring. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, huh? Loralie thought to herself sadly. Poor thing just wanted to be loved, just like loralie. Just someone to pay some attention to her, someone to love her. Someone who cares. “well, we have to keep going my little one, come now Nikki!” she happily said, quickly getting up. She was getting that cat a better home, and fast. All she needed was to get out of there. They walked, searching for some sort of outlet. Nothing in sight. Loralie had suddenly stopped at a door labeled “Laboratory #3”. Lab 3? That was the one with the gas tanks, right? She planned on checking it out for herself, just to see. But, the again, she wasn’t that stupid. Removing her hand from the doorknob, they carried on with the search. Loralie had been worried about the glass on the floor hurting Nikki’s little paws, but she seemed good at avoiding it. It was only natural for a cat, she reminded herself.