"God damn it," she murmured, wishing for the umpteenth time things weren't so complicated for her. She'd like to just go downstairs and have a piece of toast and some tea anytime she'd like, regardless of the killjoys they were harboring. But no, of course she couldn't because she didn't exist to anyone but her and Dr D and no one else was allowed to know for fear BLI would come after her again for real.
God, sometimes, she couldn't stand all this post-apocalyptic bullshit. Sometimes, all she wanted was to just be aimlessly lost like all those BLI drones that were called people and believed they had free will, but were closer to being goldfish. Their entire world was the tiny fish bowl and they never looked beyond it thinking there could be an entire ocean somewhere. Mostly, at times like this, she wished she were one of BLI's goldfish. But she never had the opportunity to be, because of reasons she never knew, or never understood, or just plain never remembered.
All it ever seemed to be was utter bullshit to preserve her life.
Maybe Dr D wasn't willing to give her credit. But if she could survive out in the desert 3 years only to build up an immunity to little food and water, and the shitty air, then she could damn well fight BLI to protect her own life, could she not?!
It was such unfair bullshit though!
Sighing, she sank back down onto her bed and stared at the clock. 12:15 am. Maybe everyone was asleep. It was pretty late at night for a bunch of killjoys resting off injuries. She swallowed, considering the time seriously. It wasn't that late and besides. One cup of tea couldn't hurt anything. She'd be in and out in no time at all. No one would see her. They were almost definitely all asleep.
She smiled, nodding to herself. Yes, this could work.
A few moments later, she found herself creeping down the stairs quietly. She reached the base of the stairs and cautiously let out the breath she'd been holding. She couldn't hear any stirring from the living room, and that made things slightly easier, as well as considerably soothing her nerves. She slowly crept toward the kitchen now, as though she were back in the ruins of the armory factory, and a Drac might jump out at her at any moment. Except here, she felt more secure.
Getting into the dark kitchen, Em carefully moved across the space to the cabinets by the microwave, pulling out a mug and filling it with water. She placed it into the microwave, heating the water as she found herself some tea. Just as she stopped the microwave before it could ring (and likely wake half the hideout's residents), the kitchen light was turned on.
Sorry it's short, and that I haven't done anything new in a while. It's just been crazy busy. But now I'm 17 - old enough for R rated movies and nothing else. Yay! I promise I'll update soon with some real meat to the story. Just trust me, it's coming.