Even though her plate looked like such a delicacy with squirrel, she rejected the meat and refused to give in to her hunger. Tragically, It was not the first time she went without eating for a period of time. Her health stuck to being vegetarian. All the teary-eyed Robin did was space herself from it and tuck her knees to her chin.
Lara acknowledged yet another mood change, and wiped a mess of stains from her mouth. "Don't got the appetite, huh? You look all sorts of worried."
Robin's demeanor looked everything from wronged to bewiled as her head tilted to look behind her. A mumble came from her lips, but with that said, a question.
"How do you make it out here?"
Answers bounced back and forth in Lara's mind. "I'm resourceful."
"And what does that make me-chopped liver?"
"If anyone's lucky, it's you, Prestley." confirmed Lara, hydrating herself with a bottle of water. "Middle school's worse than this. Try a broken arm, break-up with my kindergarten cutie, & stitches on your eye."
Without much to think, Robin scoffed and let her mind wander in a different direction.
"Don't. You might be jealous-but I'm the reserved type here. Anyways, it's imperative someone tells you what's going on. Has the last name, Ackerman cross your mind?"
"Tray Ackerman? Ya....ya he's my boss-rather my ex-boss. Like I'm in a really hype mood to talk about him."
A nod from Lara affirmed every word. "And so I've heard." she mentioned. On the other hand, coming face to face with Lara didn't have the best confrontation between the duo.
"And so you WHAT?" screeched her, letting the tears fall.
"Don't get too loud, you!" urged Lara in a crouched position.
"I'm guessing the next thing is, 'Well, Robin, your not going to be so happy with this, but I've seen your every move since you came down from that plane and lately, it hasn't been the best decision to drag you to hell & back for someone who prefers to prance around in heels like any trampy city girl. Just saying!'"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, will you?!" whispered-yelled Lara from the other side of the truck, aiming a finger.
She did, but not without a stubborn shake of her head and facing the woods.
"Look." Lara tried again. "About Ackerman-there's a list you should know right now about the guy. That animatronic thing? It's bound to be your worst nightmare-it's engineered to kill and do nothing but kill. Mark my words; not just you, but practically this entire site of assets. You ran from those buzzards, did you not? Those 'buzzards' are exactly why I'm in this heist-Tray only thinks they're out to do his business, when everyone's out to stop his actions. He can think twice...Project Sorna had made you out to be a hunter. Some predator. Creature."
"Slow down! I show up at the wrong place at the wrong time & just now I'm knowing this?"
"Fashionably late? Yes. Any good? No."
A pause kept the conversation ambient, until Robin made a total rotation to close the physical gap in the truck. Her hand pealed the medical wrapping. On her arm revealed the same stab mark, reddening with a slight infection on the skin.
Robin felt the injury. "I don't know why I'm still alive. I shouldn't be-unless this is all up in my bucket-head of dreams."
Her friend stretched one arm vigorously, pinching the women with a simple attitude. Frightened, & and partly vengeful, the young women snapped her head up and pursed her lips.
Same. In a truck, day break setting.
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Project Sorna
AdventureThe day Robin Prestley quit her job was a relief. At least, that's how sequence of events go until her study-filled extravaganza to the deserted Isla Sorna goes south all due to her ex-boss and his pure selfish-ness. The truth really was that ever s...
