I regained consciousness; although I wish I hadn’t. I should be dead. No one could survive an explosion like that and live. One by one, I became aware of my senses as they observed my surroundings. Assessing your situation was somethin the academy taught us, rather than let experience be the teacher.
Taste. I can taste the blood in my mouth. It had a sort of metallic taste to it. I could barely gather up the energy to spit it out.
Touch. Every part of my body hurts. My nerves are alerting me to cuts, scrapes and bruising in all kinds of places. However, I don’t feel any broken bones. The snow that I am half buried in acted like a giant ice pack. Some of my nerves are still a long way from waking up.
Smell. The chilly air blew the scent of blood and burned flesh up my nose. I am not the only victim of this tragedy, but I may be the only survivor.
Hearing. The sound of snow being shoveled flowed into my ears. How? An explosion that massive should have killed everyone on that train. As I listened closely, I heard gears grinding. Rather than footsteps on fresh snow, I heard a wheel rolling over it.
Sight. I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of an orange robot shoveling snow. He was the shape of an inverted pyramid and rolled around on one wheel. Frankly, if it were not for the immense amount of pain that I was in, I would think that I was in the afterlife.
Once my “savior” took notice of me, he waited for me to gather my strength, and get to my feet. I had no idea where we are headed, but anywhere is better than a pile of snow and blood. I could barely make out what the robot was saying, but I did recognize one name that he mentioned: Handsome Jack. It was that bastard that gathered all of the best treasure hunters in Pandora. He wanted all of us dead, so he could have the treasures of the vault for himself.
There is no point in even thinking about the vault until I get off of this cursed glacier. My only guide is this silly little robot. A booming roar echoed throughout the cave he brought me to. I froze. By instinct, my right hand reached for my belt. My gun must be buried back in the snow along with my sanity. A giant four armed monstrosity slid into the cave. His eyes locked on to the robot.
“The gun! Get the gun in the cabinet!”
The monster proceeded to rip out the robot’s only eye and exited the cave as quickly as he came. The damage was not too severe as his speech function (or ramble function as I consider it) was still operational. He told me the Bullymogs were native to this wasteland. I heard a woman’s voice. It sounded like it came from inside my head. This was not the first time I heard her voice. She spoke of four vault hunters before me who changed the land forever. If I am to get any closer to finding the vault, I have to return the robot’s eye back.
Following fresh tracks on snow and ice is never easy. The ambushing pack of smaller Bullymogs did not seem to have much pity for us. I had to babysit the robot, as well as be his eyes. I took aim down the sights of the pistol and shot each of my enemies multiple times. They succumbed to their wounds. Frozen in blocks of ice were extra magazines and health vials in case I get injured.
As we approached a frozen wall of ice, the familiar roar rang out. This time, I had a weapon at my side. The great beast jumped over the wall and charged me. I was able to doge his frontal attack just barely. These fractions of a second I am off balance are going to cost me. As I aimed for him, he hoisted two boulders over his head. They were flung through the air directly at me. I shot twice and managed to break one. The second caught me on my left arm. Reloading is now going to be much harder with a bruised arm. My last three bullets seemed to hit their mark as they hit him in his head. The knuckle dragging eye sore fell at my feet as one of his four arms loosened, and the robot’s eye rolled out. Once we get off this glacier, I can make my way to the vault.