Blood… it's everywhere…
Shepard could hardly move. Her body ached with such pain, such unimaginable pain. She tried to breathe, and when she did there was such a sharp intake of oxygen that it stung her lungs.
As she finally managed to open her eyes, or at least a single eye, her surroundings were dark and heavy with smoke. The smell of exhaust, burning energy, and gunfire stung her only eye that was open.
"Where? What happened?" She thought to herself, and slowly started to sit up but her right arm instantly grabbed at her side as a painful gasp escaped her. "Damn it, just what in the name of god happened to me?"
When she moved pain continued to surge through her very person, but she ignored it like any soldier determined to survive. She had to be strong, and find a way to keep going.
Shaking once on her feet, and stumbling at first, she grasped the stony wall beside her in order to regain her footing. But her hand slipped once her weight made contact with the wall, and she stumbled again before catching herself again.
Lifting her left hand she saw briefly through her one eye the blood that stained her hand and down her arm, and the horrified realization that she shouldn't even be alive right now. How was she moving, what caused her to lose so much blood? Were there others?
Her heart started racing, and she could feel it, the sensation was hard to ignore.
The woman's armor was a mess; dented, broken, half missing, and even falling apart. Her hair was a mess to, long strands of black hair in her face or sticking to it because of the caked blood on her forehead and over her left eye.
She kept moving as a slow but steady pace, it was hard to maneuver through the pain and the damaged suit that dug itself into her flesh at the same time. Her left arm was holding onto her right side where a wound still bled out at an exceptional pace, but apparently her will to survive and the adrenaline rush was enough to keep her alive.
As she moved further down the dark corridor she found light, no… not just artificial light but real daylight brimming on the landscape she came upon. Ruins of buildings and streets with destroyed vehicles of normal civilian cars and even military grade vehicles littered the streets of the new morning.
From the trauma she was experiencing she could hardly remember what happened, and in her weakened state she looked slowly but desperately for someone who could help her. There was movement off to her left but she didn't see it, and she dropped to her knees almost as fast as she got herself out in the daylight.
"Please, someone help me…" Shepard's head lulled back, staring blindly into the sky, and with a slow desperate inhale of oxygen her single open eye rolled back into her head as her body crumpled to the ground unconscious.