Garrus
He couldn't find her. He couldn't find Shepard. Sure, they did land safely, well as safe as one could get as all of the technology was failing. Garrus just couldn't find her. It had been days since they had crashed in the tropical part of Earth, he knew that he probably wouldn't find her for a while. He just . . . couldn't imagine life without her.
At least, Garrus wasn't alone. He had Joker, who was mourning over the SR-2 Normandy . . . and EDI. Garrus didn't really understand why someone would want to be in love with an AU. Although, he did remember that Shepard encouraged the both of them to pursue it. He did ask her why she had even encouraged them. Neither of them would come out happy in the relationship. However, all she said was, "Sometimes love is strange, of course, you would know about that Garrus. You and I, well, we aren't the exactly the same species now are we?"
Of course, Garrus had no rebuttal to what she had just said. She was right. Everything she said had made complete sense. It was all because she had used her own dating habits as an analogy. It seemed as though Shepard would help clear up anything, and it would all make sense. If only she were here now. If only.
Except, there wasn't really enough time for him to worry about Shepard, he had to worry about surviving. Sure, there were provisions in the ship, but who knew how long those would last? It was best to start looking and hunting for food now, before their provisions empty out before their very eyes.
"We should go look for food." Garrus suggested, he looked over at Joker. The poor man wouldn't be able to keep up with him. The poor bastard had a limp that would never leave him. Grabbing his rifle and other guns, Garrus looked at Joker. It was as if the man knew that he would just slow the other down. So, off Garrus went to go look for any kind of sustenance.
Garrus had never really seen the beautiful parts of Earth. All he saw were bustling cities full of humans. This area was completely untouched, well, other than the SR-2 Normandy. As he heard rustling in the bushes, he crouched down and waited. As soon as the little creature showed itself, he shot it without hesitation. Picking it up, he noticed that it was small, furry, with big ears, and a little tail. Garrus had remembered some vids of a human dressed up as something like this. Except, this one wasn't white or pink. It was brown.
He would go hunt some more, however, the sun was setting and it would be safer to just head back to the crash site. Except, Garrus didn't leave right away. He sat down on the nearest rock and stared at the sunset. "Shepard, can you see this sunset?" Sure, it was sappy, but his gut kept on telling him that she was still alive. She was somewhere out there. He wouldn't accept that she was dead. Never. He will search all of Earth if he had to.