The wind continued its incessant howling. A long monotone droning sound that was relentless to the ear and mentally taxing to focus on.
Damn… what happened?
Groaning beneath the mask, they coughed, struggling to get air in and blinking furiously as though it felt like they were being stabbed repeatedly from the cold wind.
Aw shit, one of the lenses shattered.
It let out a weak wheezy laugh as a vague sensation of all its limbs could be felt.
Kinda feels like the time sniper accidentally hit me with his van…
The Pyro started to roll onto its side when it let out a low hiss, before clutching its arm. Blinking furiously to clear the black numb haze it saw the source of pain.
A familiar wooden handled ax… its own weapon turned traitor in the fall.
To add insult to injury…
Huffing with effort, it rolled the other way, prying the cold steel from the gaping wound; the movement sent out a fresh spurt of blood, chilling the deep frozen tear in flesh and fabric.
The wind howled louder, seeming to lick at its arm leaving a bitterly numb ache.
I can't stay out here, its already hard enough to move.
The cold was seeping in faster by the second, snow following it and melting, leaving a chilly puddle in each boot.
After several painfully slow moments it finally stood, though shakily, collecting its bloodied ax in its good hand. It sighed in relief finding its flare gun still somehow holstered on its belt. Eyes tracing the rocks up as high as it could see in the storm the Pyro could feel its hopes sink lower and lower.
That's way too far to climb up, even with two good arms in good conditions…
To far for help to come…
It suddenly lowered its head from its craning position, clutching its own temple.
Things were starting to spin and swirl.
Oh shit no… no don't panic… damn it don't pass out…
It rested for a moment against the rocks, feeling a wave of dizziness overtake it. Breathing heavily it prayed for it to pass.
Maybe… maybe I can send a flare up… when this damn storms over… yea.. yea… now to stay warm… you're a bloody pyro-tecnition… think damn it.
Clutching its arm leaning against the wall trembling, it raised its head to the bleak landscape.
Best bets probably to stick to the rocks…
Feeling frozen to the core the fire bug began its sluggish pace; leaving a red trail behind it that was quickly covered by a new blanket of ice.
Stay warm… find help… medic… medic can help… stay alive till then…
The Red member made its way closer to the cliffs, resting often – forced to wait for a spasm of pain to pass, clutching its arm and biting its tongue to keep from screaming.
Breathing heavily it started to cry, a gut wrenching sob that echoed strangely in its broken respirator.
I can't even feel the damn bullets in my leg… I'm going to die here alone… utterly alone and frozen…
Some time had passed before the hysteria left the firebug, though its breathing was still labored.
I wonder if the others even know what happened yet…
Squinting out the shattered eye piece it scanned its limited horizon. Spying a cluster of rock not terribly far off it started towards it. One slow labored step at a time a small bubble of warmth spread through its chest
Maybe I can find a cave… maybe there is a rock slab I can curl under… worse case I can try to build an igloo or something…
Maybe I can find…
The Scout...
AN: I hate to break immersion like this, but I wanted to say thank you to those of you who have kept with this story or recently found it. Truth be told its recent attention is what helped me resolve to try again to continue and finish this. I didn't want to abandon it in the first place but it just seemed to have lost some of its life, but to see at least a few people enjoy it has helped reignite the thought process so- here I am. Again, I thank you all who have commented, liked, followed and what not, because honestly I'm not sure how you found this lil thing to begin with. xD I hope to deliver a good story in due time.