Chapter Two:
Down, But Not Out

"Zoe, wake up Zoe." A voice sounded inside her head. She rustled up, attempting to prop herself up with her wrist, but pain surged inside it, causing her to fall back into the soft bed. She opened her eyes, and then searched around the room, looking for a familiar face. "Zoe, are you okay?" She asked. Zoe winced in pain, expecting to fall backwards, but the bed was keeping her up. The doctor looked her in the eye, and then grabbed her wrist to examine it. He was rather rough, but did not care what was happening to her at the moment. He wanted so make sure there was no permanent damage.

"So what's up Doctor." Zoe asked, examining her wrist as she did. "Am I going to die or something?" She laughed aloud, but then he applied pressure, causing her to flinch. "Do you really need to keep doing that?" She asked him, but he simply left the room, not actually paying any attention to the question. Zoe started thinking on how she was going to snowboard, and pull off her uber tricks with the broken wrist. 'I'll have to get out of here.' She thought in her mind, not knowing whether cameras were placed within her room. She got up, grabbed her clothes off the chair across the room, and started to dress behind the curtain.

She stepped out behind the curtain in black pants, with a large red stripe running up the middle of each leg. Thick strings ran criss-crossed between each side. Her shirt was cut many a time, green, with "G.I. ZOE" written across the front. She wore an over shirt, which was black, and was as short as her shirt. The sleeves were black, along with the rest of the jacket, and ran down to furry wrist bands, which was helping her reduce the pain.

"Now for my escape." She said aloud, walking towards the door. It creaked open slowly as she peaked her head outwards, looking both ways for guards. She was not sure whether she could pass as a visitor, but would have to try if she wanted to compete in the Tricky Tournament. Her backpack had spider webs running across it, which was part of the design. It contained a sling, which she was planning on using when she was boarding. The door slammed shut, and she stepped out of the room. Her goggles were atop her head, the green lenses glinting in the sun. Her gloves ran along the walls as she whistled a tune to not seem suspicious, as the doctor she had met rounded the corner. A instant shot of panic over came her as she noticed his face instantly.

"Can you please check on Zoe Payne?" He asked a nurse as she passed him. The nurse nodded and passed her as Zoe ran into the elevator. Her panic disappeared as the elevator descended to the lower levels of the hospital. She wondered whether she would be able to make it out when the loud speaker went off.

"WILL ZOE PAYNE PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT DESK?" Asked the loud speaker. The voice sounded a little angry with the escape of Zoe Payne, wondering whether she'd be able to make it out of the building now, Zoe hit the current floor button, and the elevator stopped. The doors opened, and Psymon stepped into the elevator with flowers in his hand.

"Zoe?" Asked Psymon, wondering what she could possibly be doing in the elevator, leaving the hospital.

"Let's go." She said to him, grabbing his hand, and sprinting out of the hospital to his car. She grabbed the keys, and then started the car as they entered, hardly giving Psymon time to understand what she was doing. She slammed the door shut as she passed by the hospitals' exit, breaking the red and white bar that you were not suppose to pass. The car was damaged, but Zoe did not care, for she wanted out of there.

"Zoe," Psymon yelled. "What are you doing!?" Psymon yelled loudly, expecting an answer instantly, but Zoe just rounded the corner, and then sped off in a different direction of the hospital. "Zoe, tell me what's wrong!" He yelled, grabbing her wrist of the steering wheel. She yelped in pain, pulling her hand away from him, and placing back on the wheel. She winced, and then wondered what was going on.