[center][h2][color=limegreen]Day Eleven[/color][/h2]
[/center][center][color=limegreen]February 10th, 2110
Monday 10:17 a.m[/color][/center]

	[i]Baby steps.[/i] Zornitsa had to remind herself every now and again to not be too ambitious in her walking, to take baby steps. Sure enough, here she was, walking awkwardly and weakly like a baby. She had gotten used to her right leg, even if it felt a bit weak in the thigh, but every single time she took a step with her left, it felt like a whole new struggle just to keep balance. She had to literally look at the ground to see when her foot touched the ground and feel in her knee the pressure that the prosthetic put on it when it was planted. She eventually started to find a rhythm, after all, city streets was definitely better than hiking on some forsaken path and she half-appreciated the fact that she had woken up at home in a populated area, but at the same time, as she neared the downtown, she felt more and more ill at ease. Every single house felt like to her like it had eyes, watching her every move and every once in a while, she'd freeze after hearing a particularly frightening noise, whether that be a gunshot in the distance, yelling, a growling sound or, amusingly enough in the aftermath, her prosthetic foot kicking a can without her noticing. 

	The main problem, however, was how tired she was getting. It had been nearly an hour since she started walking, by her reckoning and her condition was starting to become unfortunately apparent. Her muscles cramped often, her steps were weak, she had to stop every ten minutes to catch her breath, even at her slow rate of movement, and, the worst, she was cold. While she was glad for what clothes she had, she cursed herself for not having the bright idea earlier to turn around once she left the ventilation shaft and enter her house. Sure, the electronic lock may have been engaged, but at the same time, why would it be when her room had already been locked up? There couldn't be anything more than an animal or two inside, right? She hadn't even bothered to check the door, but if it was indeed her home, it'd be logical that she'd have some warmer clothes in there. [i]Well, it doesn't matter now[/i], Zornitsa thought to herself, keepng herself busy by devising her plan. If there was indeed a military presence within the city, they'd probably build up a presence at the main transport hotspots of Seattle. The first thing that came to mind when she saw the map, was the ferry terminal. Without much modification, they could probably dock all manner of military vessels there, and they had access to all of the Pacific Sound and it wouldn't take long with a modern military vessel to get out to the Pacific proper from there. Troops and supplies would be coming out of there and, with any luck, they'd have set up a headquarters with access to military data.

	All she had to do was find the entry checkpoint, give them her name, rank and other necessary information and she'd be in, from there they'd be happy to give a job to her or at least give her a place to recover, they had to! It's not like her service was up and if they doubted her, all the proof she needed otherwise was on her arm and leg, "PROPERTY OF THE US ARMY" was enough evidence as to who she was by itself! She just... had... to get there... After so much walking, she was quickly starting to tire and even by distracting herself with her thoughts and scanning the buildings, which grew taller and taller the further she went into the city, nothing could keep her distracted from her own body. Zornitsa briefly considered eating one of the energy bars, but considering the obvious shortage of food, she didn't want to waste some of her valuable remaining nutrition for a brief boost. It'd still at least a two hour walk until she reached the port and that was at good pace, she simply couldn't waste anything, especially if she had to make a detour.

	That thought in itself was to keep her walking. She had stopped looking back whenever she felt like she was being watched a while ago, it happened all too often and if she stopped anymore, she half expected her to find out for herself if she was being watched or not and not in a good way either...

	[quote=A woman?]"Hey! You! Without the coat, stop!"[/quote]

	Zornitsa froze, which her legs welcomed. Steps behind her that she hadn't heard before became louder and quicker, until a redheaded woman darted out in front of her. Completely by reflex, Zornitsa reached for her sidearm with her right arm on her left side, where it usually was, finding nothing, even if she couldn't feel a thing. Cursing herself, she grabbed at her right side, somehow managing to get the pistol out... a bit too out. A look of terror on her her face, she watched as the pistol made a high arc through the air and landed at her feet, clattering. She winced, expecting it to go off, but when she remembered the firing pin safety, she calmed down. Still, she ducked quickly, surprising herself with her agility and snapped at the handgun, eventually scooping it up into her left hand. Looking up, however, the woman didn't seem to mean too much harm...

	Zornitsa gulped and chastised herself with a sigh, putting her SIG back in its holster. "Sorry, got a little jumpy, I honestly don't know what got into me..." She apologized to the woman, once she had made sure the pistol was snug in its holster, she observed the features of the person. [i]Pretty[/i], she remarked, noting that part of her face was hidden by some rather attractive red hair. "Eh... I hope it isn't too much to ask, but what's happening? I've been out for the last few months since... July. And who are you?" She inquired, with a voice still noticeably weak from lack of use, or perhaps overuse, with all the training she'd been doing along with the tape.

	[i]Ah, I haven't introduced myself. I really do need to learn how to talk to people again...[/i] she thought, putting her prosthetic out by instinct. She almost reeled it back, but realized it was too late when she began speaking already. "I'm, uh... Zornitsa, Lavrov... no Lazarov. Zornitsa Lazarov. Good to meet you..." She did her best to manage a smile, though it wasn't much.