Two weeks later...

Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. The deep breaths she took told her the air around her was ventilated, but stale, her sense of smell telling her the same. She reached out with her hands, finger tips brushing the walls of the small space she had been cramped up inside. This was all she knew. Moving her body around, she placed her feet on what she believed to be the ground and pushed herself into a standing position, fingertips reaching upwards to bump into the same surface that surrounded her. A sudden blast of pain from cramp shuddered through her right leg and she bent back down, expert finger movements, deeply massaging into the tight muscle. The pain soon passed and the muscle eased, replaced by a gnawing sensation in her stomach. Her mouth felt dry and she blinked slowly, her eyes gritty. She knew only she had to get out of this darkness, and the way out was up. Reaching back up to the ceiling, she ran her hands across the surface, fingertips finding a latch. Grasping it firmly, she pushed with all her might, meeting resistance at first, before a scraping of metal signalled the release of what ever was pinning the hatch down, and the lid flew open, clanging against a metal floor. She crouched down in the darkness, holding her breath, listening intently for any other noise from above. Dusky red light filtered down into her hiding space, but no other noise sounded and she slowly grasped either side of the hatch, hauling herself up into a crouching position just outside the hole in the floor. Her eyes adjusted to the red glow of the ruined room and took in the details around her. The room was completely made out of metal, but by the looks of it, an explosion had gone off, as scorch marks decorated the walls and metal objects nearby had been melted and twisted beyond recognition. Standing up, she noticed all she wore was a flimsy hospital gown, and a mark on her right arm. Her left fingers brushed the black ink tattooed on her skin in the shape of an X. It was Roman Numerals, she was sure. It meant Ten. Ten what? Shaking her head, she took a step forward before crashing to the floor. Rolling onto her back, she levered herself onto her elbows and looked aghast at her left leg. From mid thigh down, it was completely cybernetic, metal toes wiggling at her. Shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath, she leaned forward into a sitting position and focused. What did she know right now? She didn't know who she was, but she knew she was female, she had a sense of self. This was good. She was number Ten, the tenth of something. And she was cybernetically enhanced. Enhanced? Was it an enhancement? She opened her eyes again and looked at the leg stretched out in front of her. Something must of happened to her old leg for her to have this replacement. She took another look around and wondered where she was. She wondered if this place held the answers. Nothing in this room was of any use, but as her eyes travelled to the empty doorway, she wondered what about the rest of the place. But first she had to get used to this leg. Using the wall as a support, she got herself standing again and took a shaky step forward. Her left leg was heavier, stronger, better, but the muscles weren't used to the difference and protested. She began to walk around the room, taking in the details of it as she practised her steps. She stepped over what looked like a pair of mangled version of her own limb, as well as burnt shreds of what looked like files. With a crunch, she accidentally stood on what looked like a human bone, and sent shivers up her spine.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her voice sounding dry, and she coughed. Another pair of mangled limbs lay by, this time, she guessed, arms. She wondered what had gone on in this room. Her muscles soon accustomed to the new limb and she was satisfied she could manage leaving the room. She needed water, food, clothes and information.