Stripped
This section of the hall seemed relatively undamaged. It looked like they either skipped this area, or they hadn't got here yet. Either way, she could stop to catch her breath here. After running such a long way, she had a pretty good idea on how to get out. It involved lots of running, maybe shooting, and a WHOLE lot of not-dying. She searched to corridor, straining her ears to listen. Nothing. Collecting herself, she dropped the empty Tube Launcher to the ground (She would get rid of it permanently, if it wasn't for the feeling of security she had when it was in her hand.) and reached her arms back, unclasping her cape from her neck guard. After letting it float to the ground, she struggled out of her guantlets, bracers and pauldrons, depositing them in a semi-neat pile on the ground.
With her arms free, she proceeded to detached her breastplate, throwing it with a thud to the floor. Her torso was now free of the constricting steel, and subsiquently, she had full range of motion from her waist up, something she would need to get her lower armor off. She could hear them coming again. Droves of them. Scutteling down the corridor, ready to tear the flesh from her bones. She had to think quick. By the sound of their snarling, she wouldn't be able to get the rest of her armor off. She tossed her torso armor down a side passage, making sure to bounce it off as many walls as possible, to make the most noise.
Those things were stupider then she thought. They charged down the hall at full speed, bypassing her thrown breastplate. Not wishing to waste any of her borrowed time, she ripped the rest of her armor off. The clangs coming from her falling steel shell re-attracted the creatures back her way. She heard the tell-tale snarls coming her way again, and, clad only in her underwear, snatched the Tube Launcher from the ground and charged down the hall, her feet slapping the cold metallic floor silently. Things were going good so far. All-in-all, her mission was completed, she just had to find someway to get out of the city alive, and in one, Catpiredragonguardian piece.
The Super City was cold. Cold and dead. The stench of those…those…things hung rancid in the air. Some odd perversion of Magiscience must have gone horribly wrong, backfiring onto it's Drakel user, turning them into this half-dead form. The creatures that were chasing Maria seemed to slow down, at one point they stopped. Something she was doing was throwing them off. Maybe it was her armor? It must have had some kind of scent which attracted them to her. If she had it off, then she probably would be safe for a time, until at least, they picked her up again. Something called to the back of her mind as she passed a door. Something of interest might be in there. Fully knowing well what Atrix would say about going into strange rooms well in her mind, she opened the door and stepped in.
The room was fairly uninteresting. The only thing that really caught her eye was the large machine sitting in the middle of the room with the corpse of a dead Drakel, a normally dead Drakel, before it. It's chest had been ripped open, its heart, lungs, liver and stomach spilt out of the gash and onto the floor, where it's intestinal track was laying in a bloody heap. Both of his legs had very noticable bite marks, almost like something was eating him. The zombies, maybe. The computer he was before had one message blingking on and off repeatedly on the screen: Reactor Ready. Maria activated the computer.