It had been a day, but from the way the girl looked, it could have been a decade. Dark bags laid under the girls eyes and countless scratched now patterned her gaunt frame. The girl had lost everything when the sahova evacuation had begun, discarded like so many unfinished experiments in the trash the girl had been left to die in the testing grounds while the scientists prepared to leave the island, only taking the things they considered important. Subject P-03 wasn't one of the things considered important. Spending a night in the testing grounds had been harrowing for the girl. Between the many sounds in the night and the unrelenting insects that roamed the island the girl hadn't been able to rest at all, instead she had spent the night running from hiding place to hiding place searching for safety from the wilderness. the dawn was just breaking on Sahova signifying that the girl had indeed made it through the night.
As the sun peaked out from it's hiding place beneath the ground to shed it's weak light upon the foggy landscape, it became apparent that the child had wandered far. The place she found herself in was full of thorned growth. Surrounded by the imposing spiked plants the girl marveled that she hadn't yet skewered herself in the night. not to say she had come out unscathed, her normally pale and damp skin was crisscrossed with scratches and welts some deep enough to allow ruby tears of blood to ooze out in their morbid fashion leaving her skin a milky white canvas painted with chaotic stripes of crimson. Though the girls marvel was short lived. As the light revealed the extent of her wounds it also revealed the pain that adrenaline can only hide for so long. The only thing in worse shape than the girl was her clothing, or what had been her clothing. her coat had been lost at some point in the night undoubtedly caught on some thorned branch and lost to the forest. as for her underclothes, they hung in ragged strips about her body looking more like poor bandaging than clothing.
Succumbing to her small bodies urges the girl allowed herself to slump to the ground for a moment. her head was spinning, it had been a while since she had eaten, long enough that even the stale bread she had hated eating began to sound like a delicacy. Wrapping her pale arms around herself hugging her visible ribs trying to hold in what little heat she could while she rested. As the girl rested she knew that she couldn't allow herself to sleep, she knew that that would not end well for her even if her luck had kept her alive so far, it couldn't hold out forever. slowing her breathing the child tried to push aside the pain that wracked her corpse like frame trying to reclaim control over her instincts so that she could continue her search for someplace safe.
Though as the girl fought a battle within herself the world around her never ceased moving and the forest continued to watch the morsel that had wandered into it. The sound of light rusting emanated from the underbrush not to far from the girl, perhaps the wind, perhaps footsteps, or even the tell tale sounds of some other Sahovan project gone bad. Whatever it was it was approaching the girl from an area still shaded darkly by the cover of the thorny trees of the forest.
Hearing the sounds the girl found some reserve of energy in her body, some odd reserve of adrenaline pulled out by fear and instinct. Knowing that flight was not the best option in a forest of thorns the girl raised her small fists facing the darkness. And from her small mouth the girl let out a ferocious growl, or at least an imitation of what would be one coming from a much larger animal. "Whatever you are, Stay back! I'm not afraid to fight!" these stammered words rumbled from the girl a, last ditch effort to bluff whatever it was lurking in the darkness away. The girls body shook the effort to stand alone was straining her starvation might actually kill her before anything else did if whatever lying in the shadows didn't eat her first.