I have no idea what to do for these introductions at the start of a fic so... yea...
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Ok anyways
TW Death Gore
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Uzi was in her room. She was staring at her mirror, undressed, holding her black dress in her hand. Her hair was a mess. The silence in her room felt deafening, other than the quiet ringing in her ears and the noise of her clock ticking.
Everything that had happened didn't feel real. It all happened so fast she couldn't mentally comprehend it, and she was a wreck over it. All she could remember was black splattering all over the place, her screaming, and that was it.
Everything else was a blur, and now she was here alone once again. She looked back down at her dress that was in her hands; it felt sickening to look at due to the memories connected to it, but... she always found her beauty in this one.
Uzi shook her head, snapping her out of her thoughts, when she felt the slight stinging of tears in her eyes and wiped them away with her arm before she slipped on the dress. She brushed off the skirt of it, fixing the top of it, and grabbed her hair brush.
She started to brush her hair while looking in the mirror. All she could think about was the fact that she had to face it, yet she couldn't do it. Thinking about it made her nauseous. She just wanted to wake up and see her face once more instead of a black screen.
Uzi set her hairbrush down after a few minutes and grabbed her black gloves, putting them on and looking back into the mirror one last time before grabbing her bag. She had put a few things in there, a few pieces of paper and a black laced ribbon.
She threw her bag over her shoulders and pressed a few buttons on her door, opening it before leaving the door shutting behind her automatically. She walked through her dark hallway quietly, not wanting to wake up her father. Her core was pounding so much she could hear it in her ears.
She would ignore that for now, or at least try to. She had some things to do before...
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She wasn't going to think about that right now; she had made it to the blast doors finally and had used her keycard to open the doors. A gust of wind hit her along with snow. She walked out and looked around at the scenery of abandoned city buildings and piles of scrap along with worker drone parts. The blast doors shut behind her, and she took a deep breath.
She continued on her steps; she couldn't feel her body at all; it was like she was on autopilot and not really there. She passed by some buildings, looking into the broken windows and at the cracked walls. Before she stopped in her tracks, she noticed something barely covered by the snow.
