Heavy, raspy breathing escaped my lungs as I awoke from the dark void of sleep. Pain coursed through my chest, every breath took physical effort. I could feel a lightly padded surface beneath me. With effort I managed to open my eyes, only to be blinded by the light that floated through cracks in the ceiling, dust motes drifted lazily in the harsh, golden light. Taking a deep breath I managed to roll myself over and off the bed I was laying on.

"Son of a fucking bitch." I mumbled as I hit the floor, more pain shooting through my chest. My throat was dry and raspy.
Fortunately, my strength was returning somewhat quickly. I was able to push myself to my hooves after only a few minutes of laying in the filthy wood floor.

The room I was in was mostly old, corrugated iron sheets, with rotting wood beams acting as the skeleton. I felt like the roof would collapse at any moment. I was beginning to look around when a wave of nausea flooded over me, forcing me to lean against my old bed for support.
Now that I was looking at it closely, I realised that it was in fact a surgical bed. That didn't bode well.

I spotted an old broken sink and shuffled over to it and took a long drink of the thick, brown sludge.
Looking up from what was probably going to end up killing me, I saw a face looking back at me. I jumped in surprise before I realised it was a mirror. I turned my face from side to side, my dark green-grey coat was ruffled in places, some old scars could be seen under the fur on my neck. The jet black mane was ruffled an unkempt.

"Fuck, you look like shit Blitzy." I said to myself and chuckled. My laughter died in my throat when I saw the deep red gash on my chest.
It was recent, only barely scabbed in some places. I looked around for my gear, but all I could see was a door with some broken boxes next to and the surgical table.

"I swear, by the Goddesses, that door had better be unlocked..." And to my relief, it was. What was outside however, was a different story.
The golden light glimmered of the yellow sands which stretched as far as I could see.

"FUCK!" I screamed as loud as I could. I was stranded in a desert, with no gear and no map anypony would die within a few days.
I picked a direction and started walking.

Author's Note

Level up!
You are now level 2
Perk gained: Weathered '+5 [Survival, Poison Resistance and Radiation Resistance] per rank.