by Narrator » Sat Apr 15, 2017 4:22 pm
Tereza memories are blurry. Vague impressions of an ambush float through her mind and waking up inside some kind of tank. Or maybe it was just a bad dream. Her consciousness was drifting in and out, only retaining vague impressions of shapes walking in front of her, muffled voices talking in a strange language. Who knows how much time has passed just hanging there, sleeping, surrounded by a warm drowsiness, drifting inside a tank in suspended animation. Green Reptilian Humanoids come and go occasionally, checking on some read-outs on the side of the tank. They're mildly concerned, the chamber isn't keeping the mutant in as deep a coma as it should but she's not awake enough to truly be roused.
But now something else is tugging at her bones. Something bigger than these strange dreams of alien abductees, like a pale eye opening in the sky. Her vital signs spike as the ancient curse demands it's toll be payed. The Moon doesn't care for the machinery surrounding her and the sedatives pumped into the liquid she's suspended in. It only cares for the Hunt, to be set free from all restraints.