I had ran with all my strength, visions of my family practically playing like a movie on my visor and the thought of the mercenaries behind me terrorizing my mind to no end. My suit was damaged and I was breathing heavy as I tore across the rock at top speed, away from what I hadn't been meant to see. I knew that the mercenaries were obviously not supposed to be known so the thought that I had seen them filled my mind with not-so-great confirmation that I was probably a dead man on the run.
I was thinking straight and barely acknowledged the change of what was under my feet going from the Martian surface to the metal that lined all the windows of the compound. Then I felt it, that searing pain that punched straight through my body and I watched myself fall in to a splatter of my own blood. I didn't give up though, despite the sucking chest-wound and the hole that was slowly causing my death. I kept going, crawling by using my hands and the occasional yet sporadic movement of my legs. I came on to the glass and my body finally gave out. I saw, ironically, the lobby to one of the medical stations within the compound and two guards who were quickly brought down by gunfire from a source within one of two halls.
Then I saw the miner, and in my delirium I started to pound on the glass in a desperate attempt to gain his attention. I saw him look up at me and met eyes with him -- if only for a moment. Then the blackness started edging at my sight and soon there was nothing but a strangling blackness...nothing more.
Author's Notes: This is a short story about that poor miner who, if you look up near the beginning of the game, you will see pounding on the glass in his own blood before dying cold, almost totally alone, and with nobody he knows close to him.