Why was there yet another door, it seemed stupid and worse yet there didn't even seem to be a choice in the matter. It was the Green door or nothing, and it made her feel sick just looking at it. Everything just hurt at this point but she grit her teeth and pushed towards the door, there was no point in prolonging this.

Maybe it would be the end of all of this and she'd finally be free.

She clasped onto the door and instantly closed her eyes as everything suddenly began to flood back to her in one momentous overload.

All her life, a childhood filled with laughter and pigtails and getting along with her parents into the corruption of a teenager as she gained access to the internet. It was a short life compared to some before she found her life destroyed because of what they had deemed Day Zero, the day she was trapped inside the mall with the others. She saw her seclusion to her reluctant participation in their lunacy - there were brief flashes of those that she actually might have liked throughout all of this. Leiah and Drew.. Gretel and Granny... Jeff ... Eights? A few others she couldn't name exactly then as the flashes continued to move on. She saw her moments outside, her denial even when in the face of danger and the madness that began to take her slowly in the fog.

All of it and it all ended in that infection. The thing they claimed. The thing she denied. The thing that apparently would be her end.

She wanted to pull away from the door. This was going to be the end of it and she never got answers, she never got away. Never found her freedom.

(Was it a lie?)

For a moment it almost felt like she was waking up, but not completely. Maybe something different just then, but she could see just not what she had expected to. It was something new then, new information.. a new purpose, a new sense of awareness and a new sense of self that wasn't exactly self either. She was apart of something larger, no longer herself. A collection.. or maybe that wasn't exactly so new...

No

It felt odd, as if two different orders were being given to her, each battling inside of her head. It grew annoying.. she wanted them to stop. It seemed like perhaps something else had the same idea and she felt the sensation of falling as if she had been freed from the collective that had held here there.

But there had been nothing freed, she couldn't see any shape of form of what she knew had been herself at one point. It scared her simply. What was this? (A trick? No, maybe... she didn't know.... there was nothing). But she could feel the floor beneath her, feel the vines that surrounded everything in the corridor she realized she was in. But still.. she was nothing... yet something.

She pressed her hands on the vines and found they responded oddly and began to twist and coil around her absence of form. Dozens of long strings gathered, gave her something new and made her something a little more solid. She didn't know what she looked like, but there was at least something and maybe now she could get away from this thing or maybe find her original body.

She began to move, uncoordinated at first given the new form but even like this she was stubborn, determined and she would get this. Clumsily she pressed on, unsure of where to go - perhaps the vines had their own ideas, and when she stumbled somewhere else she began to wonder if it was in fact true given what she found. At first she thought it was her original body and grew disgusted by the state of it until she grabbed onto the vines that held it and pulled them away only to realize that it wasn't her at all. It was someone else and briefly she found recollection who it was, and a little clarity. There had been a weird shadow on the highway trying to... oddly save her. But as the vines looked down at the prone figure she began to realize this was her, she could see beyond the shadow to a weird pale blue haired girl. That might have been an awesome revelation until she remembered what had transpired.

This person had punched her in the face and had did the worst rescue job on the planet. She remembered the cold. She remembered being dropped and nearly starved to death. Oh how it was so tempting to leave this blue girl here but something nagged at her. The girl had tried to save her, it was the least she could do to try the same. The vines trembled as she bristled slightly and then tore at the rest of the vine prison and pulled the girl out just as ungently as what had happened to her and began to pull.

Down the stairs she went, grumbling as much as she could manage without a mouth or a voice. But oh so visibly angered. And more so when she found her form unable to take the journey, slowly she was unraveling!

This girl was making her unravel!

So annoying! She seethed and practically threw her down the rest of the steps towards the exit. Only a few vines managed to make it the rest of the journey and with a tap at the glass - followed by a furious danger - she managed to alert the shadows outside to what was there. The girl was rescued then, taken off by what were probably the same people. Her job was completed and the vines retreated back up to the safety at the top of the stairs.

Where she was safe. Where she could never leave again. Another prison, her freedom was denied. She hugged at herself and grimaced at the new feeling of the vines upon vines.

This was not what she wanted at all.