A/N this is where some more action comes in, with some characters returning and this will get a bit angsty for one or two characters. LOVE YOU ALL.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terra Nova or any of its characters. I also don't own a 1997 Chevy Impala, but that's completely irrelevant.
Zoe felt herself wake instantly. She groaned and held her temples, a large headache over coming her system. It was cold, so she scooted an inch closer to the body next to her, in hopes of it warming her up.
Wait…. What?
Jackknifing to her feet at the side of the bed, she looked down to see a shirtless Miles lying on top of the covers of her bed. Looking down she checked over herself. Yep, still fully clothed, though she was missing her shoes and socks. Miles' shirt was hung on the cabinet, but he was still in his dark jeans and sneakers. She vaguely thought about waking him up, asking him what happened the night before, but the roaring pain her head stopped her as she needed the support of leaning against the wall, only just barely holding in whatever she ate.
A doctor. That's what she needed. There was most likely some sort of drug out there that could rid her of the pain and nausea.
Slowly she made her way out of room, slowly taking in her surroundings. Someone had spray painted smiley faces on the walls in bright red paint, and there were random bits of jackets and a few stray shoes. A lot of trash consisting of a few glass bottles, some aluminum cans, and candy wrappers. Zoe headed to the bathroom first, opening the door, she stopped herself.
There was a chicken.
A real live chicken.
Sitting on the toilet.
Zoe's jaw dropped. What in the world happened last night!? Backing up, she slowly closed the door and sighed, holding her head in her hands. Slowly she walked out to the living room. Taryn was passed out on the couch with sergeant Beckham, or she should be calling him David. Good, they could sleep it off together.
She didn't even bother to put shoes on as she stumbled her way through the door. God it was bright! Zoe shut her eyes as tight as they would go when the migraine of centuries worsened. At this point, she would rather be dehydrated back in the jungle than have that headache. Shielding her eyes, she walked all the way to the hospital, stopping six times to lean on a lamp post and another two times to vomit into the bushes.
"Damn you Josh." She cursed her brother under her breath before entering the hospital.
"Zo! Zo what happened!?" Her mother came rushing up to her in a loud stomp, making Zoe want to shrivel up and die right there.
"Ugh, not so loud…" Zoe cringed at all the noise and ambient florescent lights. "I- I got really drunk last night…"
"Excuse me? Drunk! Zoe! Your birthday is today! Was it Miles? Did he talk you into it?" She was pelted with loud annoying questions as her mother sat her down on a bed and hooked up a heart rate monitor to her wrist and placed a white bucket next to her so Zoe wouldn't vomit all over the room.
"No, no no no no… It wasn't Miles' fault," Zoe protested, holding up a found ice pack to her forehead. "Josh and Maddy lied about the calendars." Her mother gasped. "They wanted to take me out drinking."
Elizabeth scoffed. "Well I could expect this from Josh! But not you or Maddy!" Sighing, she tucked a stray piece of hair behind Zoe's ear. "Well I'm sorry I missed your birthday."
"Oh I'm glad you missed it." Zoe suddenly reached for the bucket and threw up into it, dropping the ice pack on the white pristine sheets. "I think someone stole a chicken and put it in my bathroom."
"I'm not sure what kind of slang that is but-" Her mother patted her lightly on the back. "We'll talk about it later, I've got another case." She patted Zoe once more on the back, making her groan in pain before leaving to the other side of the wing.
"My god, is this was Nova children are doing? That's sad."
Zoe shot her head up to look at the face of the most hated enemy of Terra Nova staring in the bed across from her. Mira. "M-Mira!" Zoe looked around for a weapon of any kind. She saw the lamp on the side of the bed, but it was drilled to the bedside table and unusable.
"Hush child, I'm restrained." Mira held up both her arms to show that she was chained very tightly to the bed in a sitting position. Even her feet were chained. "I'm only here for treatment of my injuries before being sent to the brig." Zoe noticed the inch long cut on her forehead and well as three long strikes across her lower leg.
"Slashers got you?" Zoe asked before puking into the bucket and wiping her mouth. "Then Taylor came in and caught you?"
"No child," Zoe was getting fed up with being called "child". "Lucas did this." She pointed to her forehead and leg.
"Lucas was killed."
"Well he's very much alive." Mira sighed. "He was angry. Angry that he had no control over the badlands." Another sigh and a grunt of pain as she repositioned herself on the bed slightly. "He took it out on a few of my soldiers. I told him to stop, so he got at me with a knife." Mira looked up for a moment. "At that moment I realized he was killer and no matter what I did to make him happy, I was never going to see my daughter again." She bit her lip. "I gave up. I ran here. Might as well, got nowhere else to go."
Zoe was taken back a bit. "You had a daughter?" Why was her daughter never brought up before?
"Yes child." Mira said. "Her name was Sienna; she was taken by Lucas' group back in 2149 and was held hostage over me." She clenched her fists. "They said if I could bring down Taylor, that we would live together in riches instead of on the streets." She spat the words with venom on her tongue. "I can't say anything on his whereabouts though, if I did they would most likely kill Sienna."
Zoe sighed. Oh Taylor was going to kill her for this. "Alright…. Let's make a deal here Mira."
A/N OOOOOOOHHHH WHAT'S DA DEAL!? * cricket cricket * Alrighty I am never saying that again…. But I am so sorry about lacks of updates, but I've been really stressed lately and I'll try and write more. Reviews might persuade me…..!