Somewhere In Atlas, 5:00 PM
Six woke up, he was laying on his back in the snow, his legs and lower back hurt from the burns and the bullet wound, the cold snow making it worse.
Six tried to stand up, his leg throbbed with pain and he fell onto his knees.
He looked over at the wreckage of the ship, Mark crawled out of it. He was bleeding from his forehead, it didn't look very severe though.
"Frost, over here." Six called out.
"Six? You good?" Frost asked.
"Don't worry, it's just pain." Six replied. "Where are we?" He asked.
"Don't know, my scroll broke in the crash." Frost answered.
Six checked his Pip-Boy map, it started working again after he connected it to the CCT.
"We're not near any villages or towns." Six said. "Where's the evac point?" He asked Mark.
Mark walked over and looked at the map. "Here." He pointed at a spot a few miles away. "It's a wide clearing, a bullhead will be waiting. I don't know if we'll make it in time though." He explained.
"We should get moving then." Six tried to get up but fell again. "Damn, the bullet's still in there." He said.
"Well there's a snowstorm coming, we should get somewhere safe before we tend to that." Frost said, pointing to the south.
"Alright, hold on." Six pulled out a syringe of Med-X and jabbed it into his leg.
Six got to his feet and followed Frost north.
They walked for several minutes until they saw some sort of small building.
Frost pulled out one of his revolvers and signaled Six to move up.
They stacked up by the door, Mark counted down from 3 to 1 on his fingers then threw the door open and scanned the room.
"It's clear." Mark said as he entered the building.
Six walked in. "Looks like some kind of shelter." He said.
"Hunter's cabin maybe." Mark added. "Looks abandoned though."
"It's shelter from the storm at least." Six said.
"Yeah, you need to look at that leg before it gets infected. I'll start a fire." Mark said as he went outside to get some firewood.
Six sat down on the floor with his back against the wall.
'I should deal with the bullet first, then the burns.' He thought as he looked through his Pip-Boy. He materialized a pair of forceps, some bandages, and some Stimpaks.
"Okay, let's hope that Med-X is still in effect." He said as he put the forceps in the wound. He writhed in pain, but it would hurt more if the Med-X wasn't working.
He felt around for the bullet until he found it and gripped onto it.
He took deep breaths and pulled the bullet out of his calf.
He wrapped it with bandages, then wrapped bandages around the burns on his legs. Then he used Stimpaks on the areas.
"There we go, that should heal pretty fast." He said.
Frost walked back in with firewood in his hands and started to work on a fire in the fire pit in the center of the room.
"Do you have an Aura?" Frost asked.
"No, I never unlocked it."
"Then you are one crazy bastard."
"You don't have to tell me that." Six laughed.
The fire started burning. "There we go. We'll just wait here until the snowstorm stops." Frost said
"I hate snow... so much." Six said annoyed.
"You get used to it in Atlas." Mark said.
"I'm used to sand."
"You're from Vacuo then?"
"Something like that yeah." Six replied.
"How are those wounds?" Frost asked.
"They're good. I heal fast." Six said. 'Think you Monocyte Breeder Implant' Six thought.
"So how did they get you?" Mark asked.
"They had hostages in a warehouse in Vale, I went in by myself to save them. They killed the hostages and captured me." Six said, filled with regret.
"Damn monsters." Frost said angrily.
"Yeah, and my girlfriend is going to kill me." Six said.
Mark gave a slight chuckle.
A Few Hours Later
Six woke up. 'Must've fallen asleep.' He looked around, Frost was gone.
Six checked his wounds. They were almost completely healed. 'The benefits of cybernetic modification.'
Frost walked back in. "You're awake, good. We need to move." He said.
"Alright, let's go." Six got up and followed him outside. The sun was coming up.
They began to walk. They encounterd Grimm along the way. Mark dispatched them with ease. Six did his best but he was severely underpowered compared to an Atlesian specialist.
They walked until they heard a voice call out "Stop right there humans!"
"Ah s*it." Six said, knowing who it was.
Several White Fang troops walked out from the trees with guns raised.
"This won't end well." Six said.