((Cathryn Bailey continues from Silver Lights
Cathryn wasn't quite sure where to head, despite the lack of choices. She'd forgotten to take note of that, the danger zones. More than once, her collar suddenly started beeping, and Cathryn would be startled. But then, she'd chuckle at herself and head in the opposite direction. After a while, a half-plan formed in her head. The theater was off-limits, considering Jackson was there, last time she saw him. And at the sports center, after leaving Leah behind, there had been a familiar voice. One she refused to forget. So, on the slightest whim, she headed towards here.
The beam of light moved around a rather unfamiliar part of the center. Some type of lobby. There were bodies here, but they elicited no reaction from Cathryn. Her footsteps, as much as she tried to lighten them, made the slightest echoes in the building. She walked around, not really sure what to do. And then, she smiled. Or, at least, her eyes did. The bandages around her cheek did nothing to minimize the pain, so she taught herself not to use her mouth that much.
A pistol lay on the floor, quite a distance away from a boy's body. She set down the flashlight so it pointed up, and picked the pistol up with her right hand, winced once again as her shoulder moved. She'd have to get used to that. She examined it, noted that it was probably the most typical gun ever. Somewhat lighter than Zoe's, she thought. It would probably be easier to use.
All of a sudden, other footsteps. She pointed her gun at where they came from. The dark made it hard to tell, but bit by bit, she recognized a face, etched with fear. Cathryn just looked at her, at Lucia. Pointed her pistol.
Moving her lips as little as possible, she spoke.
"Well, looks like I found you."