Spook
She woke up slowly, head aching.
RK mewed in relief and nudged her hand.
Finally, she'd woken up.
She moved onto her hands and knees, then weakly got to her feet.
The floor was covered in a black and green slime...that stank. Like...death.
She didn't know why she knew what death smelt like, but the slime stank of it.
"Where am I?" She asked the room in a hoarse whisper. A look of panic crossed her face.
"*Who* am I?"
RK headbutted her ankle gently.
"And who are you? You're a cat, I know that much."
RK sighed.
He'd just have to break his cover as a somewhat gifted but normal cat.
"Well."
She screamed and ran away from him.
"You shouldn't be able to talk!"
"Oh, stop that. You've been calling me RK, short for Roadkill. My name, however, is Gramalkin. Now, go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up."
"So...you're so smart, what's my name?"
"Christina. Christian called you that often enough..."
RK could see the holes in her mind, and he didn't know if he could heal them. He was loath to, in case he made it worse. Maybe...maybe that woman Christian had thought of so often could help. Tanya. The telepath. But would she? That was the question. Whatever he decided, they had to get back to where people were. Maybe that would spark some memories...but she seemed happier, calmer without the memories of who she was. It was a quandry.
She...her name was Christina, she must remember that, washed her hands and face.
She was covered in blood.
And whatever that liquid was...
She walked through the cabin, getting steadily more shocked.
What type of person was she?
There were so many weapons...
She picked up a gun and loaded it in easy motions, then dropped it, revolted.
Oh my god. What the hell am I?