Ellie's nose twitched in distaste as a damp musk wafted through her senses, signaling parts of her brain to wake. Her body felt heavy when she tested moving her fingers, toes, and tail. Her eyes were difficult to open and she was contemplating on just letting them stay closed and drift back to sleep when she felt something brush against her leg.

Her body suddenly didn't feel so heavy as her foot jerked out, landing a hit on a sold object. It let out a low grunt and landed somewhere. Ellie forced her arms underneath herself, heaving her upper body up off of the cold, hard floor. It took several long seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, seeing a form moving.

"Fuck, Ellie!"

Ellie let out a relieved shaky breath and moved to stand, leaning against the wall to keep her stiff body from falling.

"Sorry, Zarra. Thought you were… someone else."

She took in her surroundings as Zarra nursed her bruising belly. The room was circular and small, ceiling too low for Ellie to stand completely up in. The walls looked to be damp, little rivulets of water here and there. The floor sloped down toward the center of the room where there was a small drain; not that it helped much. Both walls and floor were covered in green and brown algae, making Ellie feel slightly nauseous as her bare feet slipped through some of the thicker patches. There was one light in the center of the ceiling, florescent, pale and making a dull 'hum', casting the room in an eerie yellow color. It would flicker every now and then, plunging the room in darkness for a split second.

Ellie covered her nose, the smell of what she guessed was faint wastewater from farther beyond the walls starting to become over powering.

"Where are we?"

"Hell if I know. Came to just 'for you did. Can ya' hear anythin' outside?"

Ellie strained her ears, flipping them this way and that to pick up something.

"I hear… movement. But, I can't tell how far away it is or exactly where it's coming from. There's too much water. Think we're underground?"

She jumped when Zarra suddenly punched a wall, her face twisted in anger.

"I'll fuckin' kill'em! I'll rip that goddamned, fuckin' smirk off his fuckin' smug-ass face!" She began grabbing her hair, pulling clumps out in her rage. "I'm gonn'a melt his dick off! Nice an' fuckin' slow! Then force it down his mother fuckin' throat!"

"Hey! Quit pullin' your hair out!"

The two tussled for a several moments, Zarra screaming profanities that Ellie had never heard before and Ellie trying to keep her focused on not further harming herself.

She just about had Zarra pinned to the ground when a loud scraping noise took both of their attention. They scrambled up in time to watch part of the wall slide open.

A group of men, clad in black military armor and what looked to be gas masks, blocked the way. Ellie felt Zarras' muscles tense, preparing to launch herself at them. Before she could prevent her friend from doing anything stupid, one man pulled out two canisters and tossed them into the room. As soon as they bounced on the ground, a pale blue smoke erupted from them, quickly filling the room.

Ellie held her breath for as long as she could, the smoke almost fully dispersing, when two more canisters landed at her feet.

She began coughing violently as she choked on the sour fumes. She felt her mind clouding and her senses dulling almost immediately. Her limbs tingled for a few seconds before going numb, feeling as if heavy weights had been tied to them.

She stumbled into the wall when the smoke cleared. Her vision was blurred around the edges, the images being pulled and stretched. While her body felt heavy her mind was light; she almost liked the feeling.

She tripped over her own feet as she was lead down a series of halls. She didn't know which way she was going, nor how many turns she made. Her tail was stepped on at one point, as it dragged the ground behind her, and though her brain registered the pain, she didn't acknowledge it in anyway.

She was stopped and forced to sit at some point. A figure came to her and said a few garbled words before she felt her arms being lifted. They stayed suspended in the air until they were forced to her sides again. A bright light flashed in front of her eyes, something pried her mouth open and poked around, she was forced to stand and move around in odd ways. She felt exposed for a few moments for some reason or other before suddenly becoming too cold too quick. Cold and wet. She sat again, her head starting to feel lighter. She tried to keep up with all the movement going on a round her, but she was already making her way down another hall before she could make out much of anything else.

She bumped into a soft, solid object, her mind subconsciously registering it as a person. She glanced ahead of them, they seeming to not fully notice her, and found herself in a short line. Everything around her was dark, or she couldn't make out colors in the dime light. She was turned, her shoulder bumping the people next to her, before they were spread apart from one another.

She didn't know how long she stood there, staring into space. Figures were moving past her vision, looking like dark blurs, garbled whispers fleeting past her ears. Then, all was still.

Her eyes squinted in reflex when a blinding light suddenly illuminated her. A loud voice echoed around her, hurting her ears. From the outer rim of her stretched vision, she saw a figure stumble away from the line, another figure coming to stand next to them, as the booming voice rattling her eardrums once again.

She ignored the figures, staring blankly into the black abyss before her. As her eyes adjusted, she began to notice vague shapes in the dark. She guessed there were many more figures out there, watching her. Her mind began to panic slightly at the thought, however, the feeling died quickly as she began to pick out random shapes in the dark.

A rabbit was starting to form when she was suddenly yanked forward. She was stopped short nearly falling into the abyss. There was a hand on either arm, which she was grateful for as they kept her from toppling over.

She swayed from side to side for a short time, stopping as she was roughly pulled downward by her chin. A wide face greeted her, as her head was forcibly turned to the side. Garbled words floated through her ears, picking out a word or two, but she was unable to process them. Her chin was released after a time, her hands and tail now being pulled at.

After her feet had been prodded for a bit, she was lead back into line. She didn't know how much longer she stood there, and at this point she didn't much care. She stared into nothing as she was now uninterested in anything else around her, though she noticed that that everything was starting to sway to and fro.

She stumbled a bit as she was twisted to the side. She fell non-too gracefully when she was pushed forward, her legs refusing to support her any longer. She winced as her head painfully collided with the floor, but didn't move any farther, content with staying on the floor. It was getting difficult to keep her eyes open as pain spread through her head. She lost what little conscience she had as hands began lifting her.

Sorry it's short, but it was a pain in the ass to go through for some reason and I just wanted it done. I figure it works for what I've got planed for the next installment.

I've noticed that I'm just now starting to give Ellie more of a personality other then being whinny and submissive. Better late then never, I suppose.