Blair first feeling on consciousness came by a wave of agony. She felt a strong pressure against her chest, restricting her breathing. Her head throbbed with pain. Blair opened her eyes slowly. She winced as her head still throbbed. She looked at the ground above her. Blair frowned and looked at her chest. She found herself to be strapped in her seat. The cabin of the chopper had been ripped apart. The glass had shattered on impact, scattering to the ground.
Blair reached up for her release. She grabbed onto the strap and pressed the release. Blair fell out of her seat. Her grip on the straps tightened as she hung from them. She groaned the movement aggravated her chest.
Blair looked down. She hung a least ten feet from the ground. Blair took a deep breath and released the strap. She braced herself as she dropped ten feet to the ground. The impact jarred her stiff and injured body. Her chest ached severally, the impact most likely bruise or broke a few of her ribs. However, her ribs seemed to be the only major injure Blair sustained.
Blair looked up at the chopper cabin. The cabin of her chopper was wedge in the tree above her. The rest of the chopper had broken off and scattered around the crash site. The debris was scattered all around Blair. Chunks of metal and burning pieces of the chopper surrounded Blair.
Blair stood from the ground and slowly made her way toward the second half of the chopper. The tail rotor had been ripped off in the crash and embedded into the ground The back end of the cabin lay about thirty feet from where Blair stood. She carefully climbed into the cabin, searching for the radio equipment.
The radio was beneath one of the seats. As Blair removed the radio, it fell apart in her hands. The casing was batter beyond repair. Blair heard components inside the radio rattling about as she moved it in her hand.
"Damnit." Blair sighed. She tossed the radio to the ground. So much for communication. Which meant, if Lucas and Wright made any attempt to contact her, their replies were left unanswered. At beast, the others would think she was dead.
Blair reached back under the seat for the med kit. She found it tucked beneath the seat, miraculously unscathed. Blair slung the bag on her back and climbed out of the wreckage. She looked around at her dark location.
The only light came from the burning wreckage. And if anyone or anything were nearby, they would see the fire and investigate. Blair wasn't safe at the crash site.
There should be a local outpost two clicks east of this place. Blair thought. She reached into her holster and removed her gun. She checked the clip before snapping it back into her gun.
Blair secured the bag around her shoulders. With her left arm around her chest for support and gun in her right hand, Blair started her journey into the dark forest. Her injured ribs caused her to move slower than normal. And it seemed likely that Blair would have to stop somewhere safe for the night and try for the outpost in the morning.
Each step took her further and further into the darkness. The light and warmth of the fires faded away behind her, leaving her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Realistically, traveling in the dark was stupid, but staying near an open flame where terminators could be hunters was even more dangerous.