Aloy had been running for a while now, a pack of Grazers following on suite. She had ran low of arrows, and her bow was hardly in use anymore, her only escape would to find a mountain of sorts. Coming to a bend, she tripped over, rolling onto her back as she held her bow up to stop the grazers sharp mechanical shredding teeth away from her skin as much as she could, it was coming to close for comfort.