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Connie picked themself up off the cold floor, breath labored as they started to feel the pain blossoming in their side. They had just smashed through the nearest building's window in a hasty attempt to escape the robot horde and their blasters. In all honesty, Connie had just woken up in a new world after "dying" once again. You would think after waking up in strange worlds for the past century or so would become tiring after awhile, but nope. Shit always seemed to be going down in said strange world that kept the hybrid on their toes. Upon waking and exploring their surrounding, Connie ended up running into the robot army on accident. After quickly discovering that were definitely not friendly (one of them shot Connie in the side on sight), they legged it as fast as they could to the safety of a nearby abandoned building. There were no doors--to be fair, they didn't really bother looking for one--leaving them with no choice but to body-slam into the one window.

They now hobbled around the room, holding their side. The bleeding was slow despite the size of the wound, a side affect from technically being dead, they gathered. They needed to find a first-aid kit or something. Even if they probably wouldn't "die" from blood-loss, a painful, gaping wound would be a distracting as hell. They began to rifle through a nearby cabinet, not caring about the racket they made. Besides, it's not as if there was anyone else there, right?