The large metal door slammed closed behind her, Doll almost jumping at its noise before she caught herself and returned her keycard to it's bag and emitting a sigh of relief. Having managed to effortlessly escape the colony without a single drone even thinking she had left and only leaving a note in her room for Yeva. The door's thud echoing down both ends of the abandoned subway station she found herself in as the red eyed girl began breathing in the outside air and feeling as the new nights chill wrapped around her more dressed then last time out form. Doll now wearing a pair of tracksuit pants and a dull black Spark's N'Wires jumper she had finally grown into, it being a gift from Nori surprisingly enough. Would explain the band name on it and the skull patch on her left shoulder. She shone her light around the station to get a proper look at where she was, immensely surprised that the emergency exit for the bunker was connected to an underground subway station. The two tracks indenting into the ground while she looked across at the three waiting spaces, bland white tiling cracked with age and caked with dust and tints of long dried oil. 

Quickly scrambling across the tracks and up to the other side of the station as to lessen the paranoia of being hit by a train while crossing, of course none came nor could they. The station had no reason to still be active and it proved that point with how she had to use a flashlight to look around at all, piercing the inky black to see frosted bricks on the walls as well as worn tracks. The occasional advertisement sign or timetable billboard that had ran itself flat over the years or shattered, spilling their glass innards onto the floor and making Doll take hesitant steps over it even though her worker standard boots would be completely unfazed by a bit of glass. Some absurd humanism trait given to her like it was to all drones.

Doll checked both stairwells at the other side of the station, noting that one was completely snowed in and probably lead straight to the surface while the other was clear. Of course she then ascended those stairs and made sure to check around her with the flashlight. Holding onto the sturdy handle of a stolen meat cleaver with one hand as the other one fished a torch from her wait bag. Armed pathetically in the event that she didn't find what she was looking for, of course she had enough of a gut feeling to know that N wouldn't hurt her. Less could be said about the other two murder drones, although one was hopefully still enchained and she could guess that Rebecca wasn't as interested in falling back under J's leadership with how that one acted. Hopefully, otherwise she wasn't exactly sure if survival was a possibility without N to help her like she had him before their split. That was what she had to contest with, the image of her and the blue murderers encounter within the colony's entrance coming back to Doll once again. She ruffled her black jumper and pushed the thoughts of this being a less then ideal situation to the back of her mind.

Then she arrived in some sort of mall, shattered glass like stars in the ash mixed with snow substance beneath it and Doll stood as sun atop the galaxy illuminated by the occasional red warning light from a drone visor. She stopped as soon as the snow crunched below her, looking up to see the cracked and worn roof had the odd scoring of black on its reflective tan surface and had even fallen down in parts of the roughly football field sized expanse. Columns holding up the roof despite their own blackened wounds as they stood tall, surrounded by the recent footprints that Doll could only reason as the evacuation she had caused. On a lighter note she noticed that there was the damaged entrance to a cleaned out supermarket at the other side to where she was standing, behind her was a set of escalators going up a level while a few other storefronts laid dormant along the walls of this place.

She took a moment, knife lowering in her grip as her hands softened. Of course with her recent life she had seen death, correcting that internally to she had seen death in all her life. Even just today, needlessly she remembered the tumult of emotions that came with confronting the past properly and committing to fixing her and her mothers fractured bond. Death, had never been something like this. Corpses dotted among trampled and tainted snow with critical error lights barely flashing among barely a handful of them, it was... Cruel but somehow peaceful in a way. Of course her thoughts wondered to their pasts, had they had kids, did she know their kids or were they from some far away place like Zane and Jackal were? Did they like dogs or cats, how had they died and was it with satisfaction that they had done all they wished to or not. She couldn't answer that one since well, they didnt look injured at all until she got closer to seal her opinion on this. The bodies were slagged, half melted in places facing the supermarket. She had been almost convinced to count or check them further but that idea passed swiftly with the discovery.

Doll huffed to herself and set off tentatively over the space, careful to give all here their due respect and not trample them as she decided to explore the supermarket. Noticing scorch marks laced throughout it as she walked straight through the store, clear path unobstructed with anything asides from small patches of knee height at best rubble. She quickly moved through the store and ended up at the entrance, shattered glass doors leading to the outside world and banked with faintly lit snow. Her grip on the bat tightened and she took a breath of the cold but inviting air, steeling herself and pressing forward out into the night.

And there was a moon, stars and lost civilisation framing its pearl like surface while the snow glittered under the last visages of a setting sun that was far out of her view. Buildings long empty stood like unimpressed skeletons while human skeletons laid beneath their work, less unimpressed. Doll quickly took note of her surroundings and slipped across the street to hide in the shadow of one of the structures in case one of the meaner murder drones came around, she would step out and call him if she saw N but Rebecca was off limits and if J was sighted she'd have to play her cards perfectly or run home and even then it wasn't exactly promising. She checked the skies again, only to find them empty of anything asides a distant storm front. Now there was only one question on her mind. Would N even want to see her, especially after leaving him to deal with the probable trauma killing V twice had given him.

Hopefully.

Then, after an uneventful five minute wait just to check if she heard any sound of telltale murder drone activity. Scream's, explosions or the distant sight of them flying about. Which did in fact include almost backpedaling into a dumpster after a strong gust of wind made made her jump. Mind envisioning a surprise attack as a murder drone swooped down to get her, only to be greeted with the new prospect of long frozen dumpster dive to easily retrieve a metal baseball bat that she had thought would give her a little more reach if it came to that. The item's shined handle reflecting the faintest shimmer of moonlight that had already reflected itself off of a chandelier half hanging from a fifth story apartment. Perhaps there was something she should be thinking here, how weirdly serene the surface was briefly came to mind. A second gust of wind playing through the city as howls and gasps when it pierced the interconnected ruins in an eerie unsung melody. She listened.

After that she found herself passing around a couple last corners quietly and looking up the street to find that the back of the spire was in viewing range. Cars, dumpsters, packed snow, ice and skeletons of both drones and human varieties all working together to support the macabre structure as she gripped her stolen bat tighter. Doll slunk around to the front of the spire, noting a melted metal blob and feeling cold creep into her heart when she saw a single black visor poking out of the side. Was that her fate too, she barely asked herself before a very drone like gust of wind struck her and its strong arms hoisted her into the sky with a smile. Spinning once and whipping her hair around behind her before setting the red eyed drone down, Doll having screamed in terror only to deeply regret it when she ended up face to face with Serial Designation N. Already backing off slightly and about to apologise before she cut him off warmly if not with lost breath from terror.

"He, hey. Sorry.".