She roared in pain again, and slumped into the side
of the brick wall. She had a vague idea that if she could just get to the
zoo, she would remember what to do for her broken forearm. She stumbled
again, and growled to herself, she was walking on her back legs now, which
she found oddly more comfortable since she'd broken her right arm.
She leaned forward, and stumbled, her knees bent inwards, back onto the sidewalk and slowly, unsurely.. painfully, made her way to the zoo.
She had had two more flashing memories, both different, but linking to the previous two. Somehow she had figured out that she was something of a clone.. something like that. She knew that she worked at.. or did work at... the zoo, but she was also an attraction at the zoo. She hissed at herself as she got tangled with confusion, and concentrated on walking.
She fell onto three legs, carefully holding up her broken right arm. She looked up, barely managing to stay up, and tried to find a weak couple of bricks... a lose hinge, or something, anything that would let her get into the zoo without scaling the wall, and tumbling head over paws onto the ground below. She'd had enough of that already.
She gathered herself up and heaved a great shove into the brick wall, and was thrown forwards into the rubble as it gave way, and opened for her. She gave herself a minute to recover, then clambered through the wall, landing gracefully on the other side.
She took a minute, confused and not sure of where she was, then galloped off towards the office she oddly remembered.
She squared her shoulders, and rammed again into the door, knocking it over and landing on top of it with another, agonizing roar. She made her way around the corner, into a dimly lit bathroom, and stopped. How was she remembering all this? HOW!? She shook her head as her arm trembled in pain, and decided to concentrate on fixing herself up before anything else.
She rummaged through the cabinets and managed to make quite a mess before carrying a large roll of gauze bandages back into the office. She sat down on the edge of the desk, and proceeded to tie her arm in a sling, stopping only once to painfully force the memory of how to do it.
She hissed, biting her tongue in the process. The pain still lingered, worse then before now that she had her arm propped up. She shifted painfully through her two memories, and managed to put up a link between two parts in them. In the first memory of her standing on two legs, she was holding a gun, in it was a bullet tipped with a blue feather, in the second memory of her on four legs, a lioness in the corner was stuck with one of the blue tipped bullets.
Morphine.
The word came out of nowhere, but it soothed her. She growled, and jumped through the window, as reckless as ever, and took off through the zoo. She was looking for the small room she'd seen in the first two-legged memory, the room that the gun came from.
Morphine.
Again, the word came.
Pain-killer.
AHAH!
She dove into the scratchy old wooden wall, and shook herself free of dust and rubble as she stood up, trying to ignore the fierce pain in her arm.
Morphine.
Find the morphine.
She told herself, and dove forward, throwing open the cabinet in the back of the room violently. She roared, seeing the millions of tiny bottles. She began the drawn-out task of taking out one bottle, reading it's label, then tossing it over her shoulder if it was not the right bottle. She had nearly reached the end, and was almost crushing the bottles as she picked them up in her frustration, when she caught sight of the small bottle labeled "Morphine." She howled in pleasure, and picked up the bottle. She froze.
Now what?
In both memories the morphine had been injected, so she couldn't very well expect it to work if she drank it. She howled in frustration, and overturned the cabinet, holding the morphine. She leapt onto the counter, her tail whipping back and forth in agitation. Using her only good arm, she began to rummage the remaining cabinets, finally discovering a medical cabinet, filled with needles, cotton swabs, and other means of doctor stuff.
She quickly grabbed a needle, and filled it to the brim with the morphine. Her memories giving her no warnings against an overdose. She quickly injected the needle into her right arm, and instantly fell off the counter into the heap of broken bottles, and mixing liquids.. unconscious... overdosed...
She leaned forward, and stumbled, her knees bent inwards, back onto the sidewalk and slowly, unsurely.. painfully, made her way to the zoo.
She had had two more flashing memories, both different, but linking to the previous two. Somehow she had figured out that she was something of a clone.. something like that. She knew that she worked at.. or did work at... the zoo, but she was also an attraction at the zoo. She hissed at herself as she got tangled with confusion, and concentrated on walking.
She fell onto three legs, carefully holding up her broken right arm. She looked up, barely managing to stay up, and tried to find a weak couple of bricks... a lose hinge, or something, anything that would let her get into the zoo without scaling the wall, and tumbling head over paws onto the ground below. She'd had enough of that already.
She gathered herself up and heaved a great shove into the brick wall, and was thrown forwards into the rubble as it gave way, and opened for her. She gave herself a minute to recover, then clambered through the wall, landing gracefully on the other side.
She took a minute, confused and not sure of where she was, then galloped off towards the office she oddly remembered.
She squared her shoulders, and rammed again into the door, knocking it over and landing on top of it with another, agonizing roar. She made her way around the corner, into a dimly lit bathroom, and stopped. How was she remembering all this? HOW!? She shook her head as her arm trembled in pain, and decided to concentrate on fixing herself up before anything else.
She rummaged through the cabinets and managed to make quite a mess before carrying a large roll of gauze bandages back into the office. She sat down on the edge of the desk, and proceeded to tie her arm in a sling, stopping only once to painfully force the memory of how to do it.
She hissed, biting her tongue in the process. The pain still lingered, worse then before now that she had her arm propped up. She shifted painfully through her two memories, and managed to put up a link between two parts in them. In the first memory of her standing on two legs, she was holding a gun, in it was a bullet tipped with a blue feather, in the second memory of her on four legs, a lioness in the corner was stuck with one of the blue tipped bullets.
Morphine.
The word came out of nowhere, but it soothed her. She growled, and jumped through the window, as reckless as ever, and took off through the zoo. She was looking for the small room she'd seen in the first two-legged memory, the room that the gun came from.
Morphine.
Again, the word came.
Pain-killer.
AHAH!
She dove into the scratchy old wooden wall, and shook herself free of dust and rubble as she stood up, trying to ignore the fierce pain in her arm.
Morphine.
Find the morphine.
She told herself, and dove forward, throwing open the cabinet in the back of the room violently. She roared, seeing the millions of tiny bottles. She began the drawn-out task of taking out one bottle, reading it's label, then tossing it over her shoulder if it was not the right bottle. She had nearly reached the end, and was almost crushing the bottles as she picked them up in her frustration, when she caught sight of the small bottle labeled "Morphine." She howled in pleasure, and picked up the bottle. She froze.
Now what?
In both memories the morphine had been injected, so she couldn't very well expect it to work if she drank it. She howled in frustration, and overturned the cabinet, holding the morphine. She leapt onto the counter, her tail whipping back and forth in agitation. Using her only good arm, she began to rummage the remaining cabinets, finally discovering a medical cabinet, filled with needles, cotton swabs, and other means of doctor stuff.
She quickly grabbed a needle, and filled it to the brim with the morphine. Her memories giving her no warnings against an overdose. She quickly injected the needle into her right arm, and instantly fell off the counter into the heap of broken bottles, and mixing liquids.. unconscious... overdosed...
