The sounds of a generator was filling the room, carefully moving your hands about the circuitry and wires, the generator was almost finished.

Other than the sound of the generator was the quiet breeze of the wind, the leaves rustling, your heart pounding, and the sound of faint groaning from Shanoa getting louder as you heard her approach, her brown leg armor and shoes making clacking sounds as she stepped.

Shanoa came in, hunched over, hand over her bleeding abdomen which revealed the brown armor on her torso was pierced through, her long black hair draped behind her back with some hair falling down to the front as it was obvious she just escaped an intense chase, she saw you and walked over to you as she spoke with a blank expression with her teeth grit from the pain.

“This really hurts, I need some help quickly.”

She winced out as pools of blood formed underneath her.