Welcome to the Gun Show
Characters: Drea and Angel Setting: The gym, block A.
The gym was something that still made sense to Drea, even if very little else in the world did these days. Even before her accident, she'd always made a point to stay in shape- not that she was necessarily a bodybuilder, but she wanted to be ready to fight if she had to. Now, of course, there were other reasons; she needed her upper body in as good shape as she could get it to get herself around. In prison, the gym had always been one of the few places she could lose herself and feel like she was "normal", at least for a little while. And now she was hoping that it would serve the same function here.
Her chair safely stowed out of the way, but still close enough that she could reach it if she needed to, she lay on her back on the bench press machine. The weights were set fairly high for her, and she hoped she wasn't overdoing it. It had been a couple of days since she'd actually lifted. With a grunt she began lifting. Damn, it felt good to be back in her element again, she thought as she began counting her reps.