It'd been three weeks since Frost left the facility where he got his gun. He hadn't had any luck finding anything but scavenged ruins of a once great civilization. Someone, or something had destroyed countless towns and cities, and robbed them just the same. The destruction looked old though... and the scavenging looked more recent... He followed the trail of more recent marks and eventually found a wall. A really, really big wall. Over said wall, he could only peak at the top of a rocket. He personally thought this was epic and searched for a door into said wall. He stopped and sat down at the door to rest and collect his thoughts. "Hrmm... what happened here? Where's ANYONE else? Why haven't i found a mirror? Why am i talking to myself? Urrg. The answer to all of these is i don't know..." Frost put his hood down and stood up. He took one last long look at the vast emptiness and entered the wall. It was musty, rather humid, definitely warmer, and very dusty. He felt like he had to sneeze, he inhaled, and sneezed into open air. Snowflakes flew out of his nose like confetti out of a cannon. He'd never sneezed before so he assumed everyone sneezed like this. He went up a stair case, and around a corner. Pale-orange light filled the next corridor, mostly because there was a faded orange window to his right. Frost kept walking through the hallways and up and down stair cases and even across a few bridges. Along the way he picked up an old knife. It would probably break soon. He eventually got out of the section of wall known as the breach. He strolled out of the wall rather happily but was immediately bombarded by sunlight. Once his eyes adjusted, he took a look around at the old buildings. Old, empty, rusty. He scavenged to find any form of edible food, because he hadn't eaten in... ever. Unfortunately, all he found was useless piles of scrap metal. After searching most of the area and only having come up with an old watch, Frost sat down on a rock. He felt as if there was nothing left, no one left, he moaned to himself and rubbed his forehead. Just then, gunshots! A group of four armed, lightly armored creatures were attacking a two armed, space-looking guy in a trench coat. There it was again, that little feeling inside. This time, it was telling him to help the trenchcoat guy. Frost positioned himself behind another rock and took aim with his pistol. The other creatures were firing at the space guy from behind chunks of metal, rocks, and buildings. The space guy was still waiting for a chance to shoot. So, Frost gave him an opportunity. Frost aimed for one of the four armed creature's heads and held his gun steady. Everything was quiet for a few moments as he focused. He pulled the trigger and the creature's head popped off like a cork from a wine bottle, whatever those are... What made it stranger was that a grey-ish smoke steamed from the creature's neck. The creatures were startled by this and were distracted for a moment. The space guy took advantage of this and popped out six more shots, producing six more headshots, and six more corpses littering the area. Frost rolled to his left and fired three shots at a larger, shielded creature. The first two shots took down its shield and the third just ticked it off. Unfortunately for Frost, the creature had rage issues and knocked him into a wall. It dropped its gun and unsheathed two long, arc infused pirate swords (i forgot what they are called, ssshhhh!!!) Frost wouldve laughed if he wasnt about to die. It slashed twice rather blindly, making it easy for Frost to dodge. Frost dropped his pistol and aimed his knife at the creature's neck, who seemingly knocked him away with ease. Before the knife made contact, it punched him backwards and he hit his head on a metal bar and dropped to the ground. Frost backed away up to a wall, trying to get away from the sworded creature. It laughed as if it had won and raised a sword to impale him. Just then, the Warlock grabbed the creatures head, yanked it backwards, and blasted it in the back with a shotgun. The creature's dead body fell, steaming with... steam. Frost lost consciousness soon after. All he had time to hear was "Woah, that's new. Ghost, what is..." And then he passed out. What the Guardian saw was a gently glowing Arctic-Fox creature clothed in rags. It looked mostly canine, only it had the physical build of a human, along with fur, a tail, etc. The Warlock decided to take it to the tower and ask the Vanguard about it. As the warlock flew, he received a passive-aggressive "distress call" from the vault of glass on Venus, so the Warlock flew there first. Note: this took some time to type.