It was a cold night for Theroa. Tangerine was walking in the muddy water, trying to find out where she was. Her dull, yellow eyes were staring up in the void, people would call a sky. Her hood was over head; It would make a difference, since it was already soaked. Dammit.. I lost my group. She thought to herself. She stared at the metal arms that was connected to her. It felt like someone was putting sandbags on her arms. The weight was getting to her. No, it might have been that she was tired.
Tangerine hadn't sleep for a day or so, so it was starting to catch up to her. The rain started to sting a little bit. It also felt like the water was getting thicker. She couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing started to get heavier. Her arms felt like they were just noodles. Tang couldn't feel them anymore. Feeling that her legs were going to give out soon, Tangerine started to run out of the water, hoping to find a place that isn't wet.
She noticed that there was a small shelter about 50 feet away from her. Dragging her arms, she slowly walked over to the house. “Finally..” She whispered. “When I wake up, and see where I am then I will go back to the camp and tell them what happen..”
When Tangerine was at the door, she tried to lift up her arms. Knowing that she couldn't, she unlocked the top of her arms, letting her actual arms free. Her pale arms dragged her weapons into the house, setting them to the side of her, before she collapsed, and passed out.