“Hello,” Artemis, designation X-1, called out to the thought-to-be empty research lab, “Who’s there?”

One minute passed by. Then another. Just silence in return. 

Her initial cognizant self had been perfectly content with staying exactly where she was until the sun itself froze over. Her four by six closet was a known variable, while outside there was a soon to be festering corpse and a voice with no visible source. It was almost a no-brainer. Close the closet door and never come out. All problems solved. Yet as she sat there and actually began to process what was in front her it became pretty apparent that staying here might not be the most rational course of action.

She decided to dismiss the voice she had heard for the time being. A larger problem presented itself. This particular problem looked like it weighed more than she did, had the majority of it’s head plastered on the wall behind it, and was making one particular rat completely satiated. 

X-1 had been unconscious for god knows how long, and someone was bound to come looking for the corpse slumped across from her. They would want to know what happened, and her instinct told her that she didn’t want to be around to answer any of their questions. 

[i]What am I doing here anyway? What the hell happened?[/i]

That when it hit her like the force of an explosion -- she had no idea. Absolutely did not have even the faintest clue what she was doing here, where here was, or even who she was besides maybe her name. Her heart rate began to accelerate. What had that mysterious voice said? 

[i]Something like… ‘good going Artemis.’ Artemis, that’s me. God, did I do this?[/i]

She could hear her own heart beat now. As her anxiety had grown, her heart rate had followed, until now it felt like her chest was going to burst. She quickly scrambled out from the closet and went to stand up.

Instantly the room was spinning. 

[i]Damn it. [/i]

Quickly grasping onto a table near her, she stumbled over to it. X-1’s head was throbbing. Apparently she had tried to get up to fast. Her right hand instinctively went to her head, as if finding the source of the pain really ever helped to relieve a headache, but when she brought her hand back down it was wet with blood.

[i]Not your average headache then. This might explain the memory loss.[/i]

That didn’t feel right either. This amnesia felt almost familiar and the more she tried to think about it the more she felt like her memories where just of reach. She could worry about that at a better time. Since she had woken up several problems had continued to present themselves - not one of them pleasant.

 It was time to prioritize her current problems and begin sorting out this mess she found herself in. The most pressing issue: her self-preservation. She needed to find out what had happened here and how she ended up taking a nap with her corpse friend from security. From there she would know what to do with it’s body and hopefully, maybe she wasn't involved at all. After that she would find Medical, get her head patched up and maybe get some answers as to why she was couldn't remember squat.

A tech-pad sat on the table next to her. This seemed familiar. Maybe she had used one before. She picked it up quickly and it activated, greeting her by her designation with an automated voice. X-1 began navigating the tech-pad looking to access C-9’s security footage for the lab she found herself in. 

[i]Answers. I just need some answers.[/i]