A frozen wind stabbed at her through the darkness she found herself in. There was no light anywhere and it felt as if she had nothing with her. The weight of her armor was gone, the isolation of an undersuit was gone and it felt like she was on a platform. Taking a step forward her foot was greeted by the cold of snow. Sinking in almost a foot before stopping she brought her other foot down. Forcing her body forward though the pitch black.
As she walked her steps became more labored. Like weight was being added to her legs with every step forward. The wind was deafening but a voice road though it. "Do not let the weight of your sins stop you." The voice was faint and echoed but she knew who it belonged two. Her father. In the distance a faint light appeared and hovered. Pressing on each step felt like she was dragging the galaxy behind her. Unsure how far she was advancing with each step. With the bite of the cold tearing at her body she wanted to give up. Though frozen she could feel each nerve scream in pain. The feel of ice engulfed her leg and suddenly she couldn't move her right leg. As if it was frozen solid at the hip. She lumbered forward as another voice echoed out. This time her mother. "You have made progress dear, but you have not made it yet. Push past what you body tells you." It was a whisper but somehow louder than the wind.
What felt like an eternity had passed. Every inch she claimed felt like a mile of pain and suffering. Her arms started to sting like she had been holding her weapon up for years on end. Her shoulder in so much pain it felt like it just took the recoil of every shot she had ever fired. Soon her right arm seized and feel limp. The weight of her actions pressing down on her she could not maintain, adding tons to her body she fell into the snow, her other leg was enveloped in ice. Another voice swirled around her. "A good soldier follows orders. A great soldier listens to their morals. Its not about doing what you're told but doing what is right. What helps more people in the long run." The voice was her sisters. Reaching out Jasmin pulled her body through the frozen terrain. She was almost at the light. It was a dim fire that hovered on its own. As she got closer Jasmin could feel the ice attempting to claim her arm, claim her body. When she got under it she reached up for it. Grasping it in her hand she pulled it to her chest. Holding it tight the world went white around her.
Jasmin gasped for air as her eyes shot open. Coughing blood she looked around unable to move anything beside her right arm. She choked out a single laugh when she saw the amount of blood on her arm. A gauze wrap trying to hold back the flow, unfortunately it was soaked through and no longer slowed anything. Her head dropped down, looking at her chest and legs. There was a patch on her side but her legs still dripped fresh blood. Her eyes followed the trail, seeing it come from her upper body and closer than she could look. With her hand she followed it to a cut on her neck. Pressing on it gently to try to stop the flow she looked forward. Seeing Mulchers dead body with a hold in his head, fallen on top of a first aid kit and her rifle.
She took slow breaths in an attempt to control her body as she fought to stay alive. The pain from the shrapnel that was embedded inside her was the only thing telling her she was alive. She cracked a half smile as her arm fell limp. With nothing more she could do she braced for death. Her eyes slowly falling closed. A faint pull through the force kept her from letting herself go. Something was coming. Sensing a group nearby of people she knew the will to fight came back. Unable to speak her mind screamed at her body. "Come on girl, hold it together. Just breath. Nothing but a bunch of small flesh wounds. Just, just breath. Just… breath…" Unable to hold on her body fell limp. Who ever she was feeling felt like they were right on top of her but the feeling in her body was gone. A single long breath escaped her and she was unable to draw another. Her fate was left to the unknown
A/n This is a story I wrote out in bootcamp as an explanation on where my character was during the time I was gone. Keeping to the original writing I know there was spelling mistakes and grammar errors and I tried to correct as many as I could find.