A dark smile formed on Ivanna’s lips as her cyan eyes lingered on the small tunnel. Despite most of the factory being in ruins, pre-scavenged and destroyed. There was still some secret beauty in this ruin, and the chances of anymore leftover prewar tech just raised exceptionally. Almost playfully, Ivanna sauntered over to the small tunnel stealing only a glance before immediately she shuddered, whincing in disgust as the shimmer of the webs could be seen through the daylight. Spiders, of course there had to be spiders. Carefully, she straightened herself up. Her hands, removing her tattered coat before she angled herself into position. Deep breaths in and deep breaths out. Just had to crawl through and there had to be some prewar tech.

With eyes closed, she crawled through the tunnel crawling forehead as she continued to wince in pure agonizing disgust. Hurrying as fast as she could as she felt the sticky silk staining her skin with tightly closed her eyes. Until her head slammed against the tunnel door on the other side. A loud annoyed groan escaped her lips before her eyes lingered on the small room. The brief light shined against the skeletons on the ground, the smell of decay still present but also, something that shouldn’t be in this room. The tangy copper smell of… Blood.

Slowly, she crawled out. Her feet hitting the ground first as her hand immediately drew her makeshift revolver. She glanced around for a moment before she felt the spider webs again in her hair. She scoffed annoyingly as her fingers brushed against her tattered shirt, ridding the forsaken weaves of arachnids that stained her shirt. A shudder escaped her lips as her fingers tried to rid themselves of the final web. Chances are, the spiders were long gone or dead but she couldn’t take the chance to let any of those creepy crawlers on her, with their many big eyes, crawling with their stupid hairy legs. A shudder chilled her to her bone as she closed her eyes tight. “Stop. Iv, they are probably dead.” With a softer sigh she explored the small room. “Unlike something in here.”

She murmured softly, as her eyes darted around the place as if her head was on a swivel. There had to be something alive. The dead don’t bleed. Softly, her eyes lingered on the skeletons as she walked towards the woman she last saw during the flash. The revolver aimed on the ground as she moved closer until she was close enough to watch the woman breath. She was alive, there was no food nor water. Everything else seemed decayed by time and this woman was breathing. Untouched by the hands of time. 

Upon closer inspection, Ivanna focused on the black uniform. It seemed fresh and modern. So that removed any connections to the Osedax or the rest of the scavenger guilds. She seemed to clean to be part of mercenary or bounty hunters, plus Ivanna would’ve noticed her before. Was she part of the rumors of the old government? Or something else entirely. She should be dead. Then, Ivanna’s eyes lingered on the knife. Her fingers twitching just slightly as she reached out putting pressure onto the woman’s shoulder. Seeing if she was conscious or not, as her hand gripped her gun tighter.