Uzi, being Uzi, was walking through one of the many nuclear winter snow forests. Her visor was looking every which way, constantly twitching at the first sign of movement. She was here for… possibly the stupidest reason.

V made her go out here via a bet. Uzi and V did a match of rock, paper, scissors, and V (CHEATED!) won. V got to make Uzi do a wish of her choosing. And said wish was…

“Survive in the middle of nowhere for a week,” Uzi mumbled, holding her backpack tight. “Ugh…” she whined.