Sector 6

As time passed, Fuuka finally worked up the courage to stumble out of her bed. It was rather suspicious, the conditions for their location. She could recall being attacked by Samantha, but there was no way she had been hospitalized as a result of that. She could tell that her wounds from that encounter hadn't been touched at all in regards to bandages, at the very least. There was that factor, and at the same time the hospital seemed suspiciously quiet. While she had not been in many hospitals over the course of her lifetime, from those times she had attended she was familiar with the sounds that indicated the hustle and bustle of hospital life. She couldn't hear people walking around, and she noticed there was no equipment in the room making any noise. It was just lined with about ten beds with other residents of Advent City bandaged up around the head with blood spatters in the same places.

She stumbled a few steps forward, catching herself with her hand on the end of the bed. She felt heavy, and her tail was not helping with the resulting balance issues. When she finally managed to stumble out into the light of the far window which spanned down the center of the room until the door, the lizard girl felt the cold look of another in the room - someone who had just walked in from the hallway - and with it she heard the sound of a gun being cocked. She froze. Why would hospital staff be using weapons? They weren't dangerous. "Don't move, Miss..." She heard the sound of shuffling papers coming from the source of the gruff voice beside her. "Sasaki. Miss Sasaki. All of you are quarantined to your beds for now." Finally getting a look at the man, Fuuka's reptilian eyes met with a small pistol being held by a cloaked figure who was also holding a clipboard, likely with the information of everyone in the room on it.

Now, Fuuka was no expert, but cloaked figures were never any good in the anime she'd seen. "Hey! Don't point a gun at her!" A boy with long red hair piped up, wobbling out of his bed. She knew him, he was in her class. Fire formed at the tip of his fingers, but the sound of a gunshot echoed in the room before the lifeless body of the boy fell to the ground, a hole clean through his head and blood against the wall behind him. Nausea overwhelmed Fuuka as her head spun. She saw the man redirect his gun at her face once more, and she felt her fear manifest itself as her breathing became heavier. The odorless, colourless gas her body produced quickly filled the room as her breathing became heavier, meaning she'd appear invisible to anyone that could breathe it in. That didn't stop the man from delivering her dazed form a quick kick to the stomach which sent her to the ground with a thud, a yelp of pain escaping her lips.

"Anyone else want to try anything!?" The man shouted. This was when Fuuka finally heard it. There were sirens outside. Which meant... this hospital likely wasn't under regular management.

It just wasn't a good day.