Amaya obviously favored her left leg, barely putting any weight on the right one as she slowly dragged herself through the long tunnel leading towards the control room for the collars. She had blood running down the side of her face, though she wasn't even sure where she was cut. Honestly she had been so beaten, she wasn't sure how she'd even managed to get back on her feet, but she couldn't wait any longer. She looked around, making sure no one was nearby before she crawled through a shadow and into the control room.
It was a lot of equipment that she was clueless about other than the fact that it hurt her. She'd have to spend a few days getting familiar with the equipment before she attempted any sort of escape, but seeing that the door was locked and no one was there, Amaya took a seat and began looking over the equipment.
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