She had no idea where she was and what she was doing, the world around her was a blur and all she wanted to do was collapse into unconsciousness. But there was something inside her that kept her going, that had her hold onto herself. Her survival instinct told her if she was to collapse now there was no guarantee that she would ever wake up again. Rumours had penetrated the zone of cannibals and rapists that had no sense for human life. Those that would do anything to have a warm body lay beside them or dwell inside their stomach. Her eyes squinted as she tried to lock eyes with the enemies<br/><br/>that were descending on their position. But before she could make sense of the swirls and haze that was filling her vision she was swept off her feet and was barrelling towards the back door of the shack they had been held up in, regardless for how short their stay had been it was no longer safe for them.<br/><br/>Panic rattled through her, but with every wave of panic it was washed over with a wave of calm due to the drugs that had been shot into her veins. She could only watch as the world around her  rattled about endlessly as she was carried. Everything seemed to be in slow motion till her body was flailing as she had been dropped by the Guardian fellow that had help save her from the mangled wreck of a ship. She slid through the swampy mess and flailed lightly as she tried her best to right herself. Thankfully the masked fellow had grabbed her and tugged her from the sticky mess that could have easily been her grave. The sound of the bullets echoed through the grove they dwelt in, but everything in her body was numb and it all merged into a white noise. She didn't even flinch when he started to fire rounds from his rifle; But it was then they had made it to safety. Or as safe as they were going to be in such a place.<br/><br/>She could feel a small amount of sensation returning; minimal as it was, Alyxandra was still as high as a kite but there was a small amount of lucidity about her now. It was lucky the adrenaline from the running and her natural instincts had fought off the drowsiness of the drugs or the both of them would have been bandit chow.<br/><br/><strong>"Yah shouldn'a doped me'p then.."</strong>She slurred as her head rolled in a circle and then snapped straight when she realised the muscles in her neck had started to go limp.<strong>"Th' thick guy... Where'd''e end up...Why cann'e help?"</strong>She said with a whisper as she looked around for the other body that had been helping them run through the thick of it not too long ago. She hadn't seen what had hapepned to him and a small tinge of guilt throbbed in her mind. Her hands curled around her guts as she could feel a small tug on the stitches that had been dug into her wounds in an veiled attempt at first aid. She couldn't complain too much she could have easily been left for dead in the burning wreck.<br/><br/>She stumbled forward, her arms still coiled around her mid-section.<strong>"D'Ya really wan' me t'help ya out, Kiddo?"</strong>She muttered<strong>"Wha'dya wan'meh t'do...Everythin' is still'a haze, So ah' can' promise ah' can be precise?"</strong>She pressed herself into his side, bringing her face in close to his own. The man did look to be around the same age as her and from what she could tell was handsome, you know, for a guy. She pushed her own goggles up into her hair pulling the long threads of brown and green back like a headband so she could get a better look at the shads that had emedded themselves into his face.<strong>"Woh- Ya realleh copped ah' good shot t'the face... Mang..."</strong>She reached out a gloved hand and pressed his head back into the light squinting as she watched the streams of blood dribble along the contours of his face.<strong>"Yea. Tha's gon' leave'a scar buh' ah badass one, S'll be hellevah story t'tell"</strong>She chuckled again looking around for the first aid kit that the two men had used to patch her up. Grabbing the man’s bad from the floor and almost falling forward she caught herself and paused for a moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Kid, Y'think you could stop th' world from spinnun?"</strong>She joked throwing the bag into the nearby table with a hearty grunt as a plume of dust was tossed into the air. The area wasn't suited for such delicate procedures, but it would have to do for now. If she didn't at least remove the offending shards from the man’s face there was a high chance they would get infected.<strong>"Orrigh' Kid... Ya... ready for this?"</strong>She said brandishing a pair of silver tweezers and clipping them in the air a few times stepping closer to him.<strong>"This migh' sting a lil... So dun move tah much</strong>.