Prompt: Samaritan stops Martine from shooting Shaw, it calculates that Root in full revenge mode spells its complete annihilation.
Her head hurt. Her arm shirt. Her stomach hurt. That was the first thing that really came together to make sense in her head when she woke up. She hurt.
Shaw prepared to open her eyes and find herself in some Samaritan stronghold about to be in much more pain unless she told them everything she knew. However, when she slowly opened one eye she found herself in the abandoned subway station she had come to call home.
She was laying on a bed, hooked up to the kind of IVs and monitors one would expect in a hospital. Her bed looked like it came right out of a hospital. She was inside the subway car, housed between the empty seats. She slowly sat up, to see if she could find anyone else. Her t-shirt slid into it’s proper position and the sweatpants she was wearing twisted with her movement.
All she could see from her spot was a pillow and blankets laying across a row of seats right next to her. The computers were still in place. It was just like everyone vanished.
“Ms. Shaw,” Harold’s voice appeared before he did. Shaw saw him walk around the front of the subway train and used the stairs to get on the platform before he entered. “It’s good to see you awake.”
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