Just as the others, she soon found what had been before gone once again before her eyes. But unlike last time there was a single green door, there were no choices this time. Only that one. And it made her feel sick by looking at it. Everything hurt yet she still found herself stumbling towards it, fighting through the ache in her head and her heart (how had she made it this far?). Her fingers brushed gently against the handle as memories began to reappear in her mind.

Her life once again, her school years and her long lost friends from childhood into her college days and the many loves that would never come to pass. Her almost fiancee before she found she couldn't make him happy and her lonely days ahead of her. Her first cat. Her first job. Her career and her hobbies. Her first cross stitch that she completed for her mother and the happiness in her eyes. So many cats. And so much loneliness to follow until the end of the world. Those first few days in the apartments, the distress in her eyes and how many times she had fought the others to try to go back to her old complex so they could find her cats, the only thing she held dear. The week spent in a crazed state and nicknames to finally adjusting and becoming an active member of the complex.

All those umbrellas.

The journeys outside, the fear and sorrow in the casino and the manic state in the fog. So much coming back. Another 'This Was your Life' and there was no going back. It would be the end, but maybe that was alright. She had lived a full life, hadn't she?

no.. there is still more...

She felt something stir yet could not feel any different really at first. There was sight beyond her mind, through the virus that had riddled everything. The thing she was now apart of, this new collection of knowledge and of legacy. What she was now. But she wondered if that was all. If there was more, hadn't she been more?

Inside there seemed a struggle, a battle of words and ideals, things she couldn't completely understand but she knew felt right. There had been more, hadn't there? Not just of this legacy that she had been created for - no, was that right? Hadn't she had a life before? It had been seen. Something pulled in her and she found herself tearing apart from the hive upon a ground she didn't know had been there.

It was both liberating and terrifying, an unknown in what she was doing. She searched and searched her mind, trying to figure out what she was just then. She had seen so many things and unknowing to her vines began to move towards the essence that had been her and began to forge and give her shape. Not completely human and so vaguely cat like.

The form began to move, stumbling at first as if a child taking their first steps, at first simply moving. She did not know where to go until she saw the face in the vines. Could it be? She walked quicker until she fell short, realizing that it was not of her own. But something she recognized. An appendage from herself reached out as the vines around the other body pulled away revealing the sweet looking boy that had helped her on the highway, who had kept her from harm. She had remembered it - as well as attacking him, the poor thing, how sorry she felt.

She needed to help him. He had done the same for her - as well as that sweet girl he was with for some time.

She pulled him out as best as her new body could manage and carried him from the corridor that had held him, from the other vines... where it had been safe, perhaps, more for her. She moved with speed unknown, with a body she still had yet to learn but she found she could manage bringing him down the stairs. But with each step she found that small strength leaving her until at the end it became hard to even keep going.

But she needed to, she owed him that much.

There was an exit at least and desperately she pushed him towards it and the figures she could see looming just outside the glass. Please take him, she wanted to beg with words she could not form. The message, however, seemed to be received - after a little bit of initial shock - and they carried him the rest of the way.

Her own form instantly retreated - but not without a somber look back to the boy as he was taken into the care of those of his own. She needed to return up the stairs, even if it seemed a little hopeless that she would never get to leave it. But she had done her part at least, helped him so he was no longer a prisoner like she might become.

Who knows, maybe she would grow to like it here as well as she had before. Maybe she could find herself some nice company.