The Blonde Bowstring: Quinn Fabray

3. dehydration

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Quinn was glad when Kurt changed his mind. It would've sucked having to reject his offer to come along. But she had to get out of there.

She pulled her hat down by the brim so that it brushed against her eyebrows. Here in Lima Heights Adjacent, she had to conceal herself. It was late February and extremely cold. Truthfully, after eight years of fighting for her survival, the cold didn't phase the woman. Still, she wore a thick black coat that went down to her knees. She pulled it closer by the zippers and covered herself some more as she walked.

This was the building where the Fabray Voyage was custom built. It'd been out of use for two decades now. Nobody that worked for Quinn's dad would ever use a space in such a place as Lima Heights Adjacent, so the brunette had it all to herself.

Quinn nodded, knowing that the entire place was sealed up. She walked around the entire building the day before and found it was only open from a small hole in the top. Today it was about getting inside.

She eyed the gate around the building and hopped over it, scarring her hands in the process. She was still in horrible shape after eight years on Lian Yu and the fight with Joe. Of course, one measly fight really didn't amount when you've trained 24/7 365/8, so Quinn was well equipped to get back in the groove of things.

She pushed off from a dumpster and flew up to grab a pipe connected to a wall. She climbed up the pipe like it was a tree back on the island or some type of control power that she had to blow up. When Quinn reached the top, she had to crouch under the wooden planks, but eventually, she was back on the roof. Wow. So maybe she owed some of that to her cheerleading days.

Getting inside the building was easy. The landing was the tricky part.

Quinn looked inside the dimly lit construction hangar. Damn, she thought. That's going to be a long fall. The brunette spotted a grated walkway that would be on the second floor. She shrugged before pulling all her limbs in. The girl acted like she was in a waterslide and fell right through the hole in the ceiling. She dived into a roll at the last second as her body plummeted onto the metal railing.

All she could do was just lay there for a second. But she had to find the door to unlock it so she didn't have to repeat this over and over whenever she needed a hideout.

Quinn used the bars on the railing to propel herself underneath them. She tumbled down to the final floor in the hangar and rolled out underneath herself. Maybe some lights here and there and she'd be fine.

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The light coming from the sun was baking Quinn alive. The sand was hot like it was already beginning to turn into glass. It felt like a thousand tiny little swords were stabbing her back.

She coughed once. Quinn immediately regretted it because a dozen more followed uncontrollably. She was on her back, blonde hair picking up dust on the tree trunk behind her. Every region of her lips was cracked like a picture of a desert she once saw.

When she finally opened her eyes, she had to open and close them a few more times. When she was finally used to seeing sunlight again, she was surprised to not see her dad.

"Dad?" She called out in a way that was like he just told a bad joke.

Her sore eyes looked around frantically for her father but came up empty. "Daddy?" She cried out once more.

They'd been on the island for five hours at most and now she couldn't find her dad. Where had he gone off to? And just hours after he convinced her to stay out and not go following the sound she heard in the bushes.