Project Sorna

Thirty-Nine

                                         This new and improved Robin didn't feel like dealing with interrogation matters, even if she had the capability to be superior because of her modification. A modification that laid just beneath the surface, dangerous enough to be one with a velociraptor.

                                         Lara wasn't so tender either. The plaid-shirt survivalist looked her from the eyes to the waist down. "What did they do to you?"

                                        Robin bent to see her toes, no shoes sported whatsoever. As she wiggled them, her sole was all the more flexible. Where could her boots have gone?

                                        "I-I don't know! One moment, they had me in bed, the next, they had me running all over the walls." she insisted.

                                      "Do you know what this means?"

                                     "Don't, Lara! I'm getting wheezy!"

                                     She must have yelled the sentence because Lara had backed up a few steps. Her face wore sympathetically until an explosion happened.

                                     "Let's go! I know they have a base exterior somewhere!" Lara looked feverish.

                                     Anxiety had Robin doubled over the ground again. "Somebody did this to me....I can't move!"

                                    "Say what?" she came.

                                   Robin trembled with every raspy breath, traumatizing images attacking her mind. She couldn't make the world stop spinning with every thought that passed. Lara glanced to see another explosion in the air, and budged Robin hard in the shoulder.

                                   "For fuck's sake!"

                                   Sheer adrenaline had Lara carrying her friend on one shoulder and taking off in the stretch of woodland. That's when time slowed at her feet through the warzone. As if her very presence could trigger the end of the world, clouds of grenades detonated in midair. Lights penetrated from all random directions.

                                   However, Croft knew all the right directions to run in. If anything, the technique was to always keep running. Perhaps shooting too, if the timing was right.

                                   That reminded her. Eventually, there were no more deathtraps to run from. Another silent night in the wake of a survivor.

                                  No. Not a survivor. The survivors. Lara played a smile on her face.

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                                   She kept to the trail, looking back only occasionally. Around the corner was a whole different adventure. Immediately, the safety went off on her handgun and movement had her pointing it to the right.

                                  Of course. Only a wandering stegosaurus herd. They didn't mind any of Lara's business, not even giving a second glimpse. Something grew her attached to the behavior of Stegosaurs, being gentle giants of the Jurassic age.

                                  She sighed heavily, scoping for any retreat to further ground. The wall curtained by ivory would be all she could ask for. One beeline later, her hands found the right place to grab on to.

                                  Lucky enough, climbing with bare hands and sweaty palms came no different then having to swing with axes in crooks and crannies. All in all, she knew how to make excitement out of it and knew it was all in a day's work reaching the top. Especially carrying all of Robin's weight.

                                  Her flashlight beam caught up to a white pick up truck. No sooner did she see it that she came over, settling for the rest of the night.

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                                    From the patch of woods she clamored into the back, avoiding the fire. At least one successful hunting trip benefited them. By now, bloody pulps of mosquitos stuck to her face without fazing the young Croft. She knew plenty to detect the little blood-suckers within a five-inch radius. But mosquitos hardly did anything against humanity's power.

                                  That's when the light flickered to the tarp around sleeping beauty. In another name, Robin Prestley. If only a pitiful Lara could find the strength in the girl to wake up. Objectively, she put on a side-ways smile and her technique jerked the squirrel off the arrow.

                                   Soon came a grunt. Rather odd grunt, but enough to keep the brown-eyed accomplish on edge.  

                                   Amber eyes opened twice from the trance. Her arms shook from the cover of the tarp, touching at her temple. Then, ears. Chin. All over the place.

                                 "Yay, Prestley!" Lara cheered for her.

                                Prestley had the same trouble to her tone."You say something? Nothing freaky about my face, right?"

                                "You woke up, good for you!"

                                While one friend lacked the same surprise, a warm-hearted Lara set to work at preparing a rare meal for two.