Also, what should my next lore post be about? . And for those of you without Wattpad...here you go. [spoiler] Tell me...Watcher. Why? Why are you here? What is it that you so BADLY desire? Power? Knowledge? Both? Hm..what is it about you that keeps bringing you back? -The Last Hope.   "Rogue! Atom! Where are you?!" Blue limped through the snow, a trail of blood behind him. His rifle was out of ammo, his sidearm was all that was left. No ghost. No team. Just a sidearm, and his fists.       He felt an arc bullet strike his side and he popped the head of the dreg that shot him. Another two struck his shoulder and leg, so he fired at a vandal. Even though he was on the ground, he crawled through the snow, firing at anything that moved. He propped himself against a tree and fired his last bullet, and he lowered his arm, wheezing.         Blue looked up at the sky, feeling the snow falling on his face. He saw an archon approaching him, shrapnel launcher drawn. He saw a dreg's knife laying there next to him and he clenched his teeth.      Blue grabbed the knife...this couldn't be how he died, and used all of the energy he had left to sprint at his surprised foe. The Titan barreled into the archon, the blade impaling it's neck. The shrapnel launcher went off and he felt it tear into his body.     The archon pushed the Titan away, pulling the knife out. Two down. Two more to go.          ——— Rogue's POV——— Ringing. Sharp. High pitched. Ringing. That's all Rogue could hear as he looked around. Atom hadn't landed far from him but she was knocked out cold. He stood up and called for his ghost, who popped out and healed him. "Brenda..," He coughed, "Call the city for help." "**I can't, Rogue. There's no signal.**" "Dammit..." He stumbled over to Atom, and began to haul her through the blackened snow. He shivered as the life support functions in his armor was nonexistent at this point. Atom's ghost, Harpy kept watch, scanning the area for any Eliksni activity. Rogue noticed a cave. It wouldn't necessarily help them with the cold but it would get them out of the snow. He had a small bag on him which covered the most basic things. Flairs, an inflatable tent (busted during the fall), a medical kit, a side arm (five clips), a steel canteen of water (dented), and some ration bars. The Hunter sighed as he propped his warlock counterpart up on the wall of the cave. He then proceeded to trudge out into the snow, which was falling heavily now, and gathered some wood to make a fire. Of course the wood was damp and making a fire would be difficult, if not impossible. "Dammit. Let's hope this doesn't draw too much attention..not to mention let's hope it works..." He hopped his golden gun, and fired a single shot to start the fire. To Rogue's surprise, it worked like a charm. Atom began to stir and she groaned. "Rogue, next time we fall off an insanely tall cliff, you're the crash pad. Not me." The warlock weakly punched his shoulder. "Slapping does the most emotional damage," Rogue repeated what she said before, before kissing her forehead. "Drink up." Rogue handed her the canteen and the two took turns taking sips of water. Afterwards they tried to fall asleep. In the morning, or at least what they thought was the morning due to the snowstorm, the two set out into the cold weather to get ahead of their pursuers. The two light bearers could hear the loud shouts and hollers of Fallen Captains. Their ghosts kept briefly tapping into the Eliksni network. Every single time they heard talk of a "Silent Fang" and "Light Walker Killer" that made it past "The Reef". If anything this was motivation for them to keep moving. Eventually it got to the point where the two had to seek shelter. Rogue could barely stand the cold and had to lean on Atom, who's life support still functioned. They could barely see what was in front of them and the snow was up to their knees. The warlock and hunter couldn't even speak to one another as the wind was just so unbearably loud. They came across an old and abandoned hunting cabin from the golden age. There was next to nothing in it at this point. Fallen picked it clean. They'd stay here till the storm cleared up. Even the Fallen couldn't search in weather like this.        The two managed to grab some wood after digging through the snow outside for a bit, and they then lit the fire. It was small and cold, but sheltered nonetheless. "Atom...are we really alive at this point?" Rogue mumbled as the two tangled themselves together. "I don't know, Rogue.." That night, they cried together, praying to the Traveler they'd live to see the city lights once again. Oh how thoughts and opinions can change so fast.        —————????????——————        A hooded figure trudged through the snowstorm, hunting its prey. It came across a cave that contained the remains of a fire and the wrappers of city standard ration bars. It would have to end its search here for now, but its prey was close. Its prey was close. [/spoiler]