Dyn landed hard against the concrete floor. The storm of Nuclear fire and dust charging above the hatch. Rolling the Zealot off, Dyn quickly grabbed the inner handle of the hatch and pulled it closed, leaving them in the darkness. Dyn felt went into his utility pouch and pulled out a light stick to explore the room. Nearby, he saw a light switch and flicked it on, bringing the from out from darkness. It was definitely a nuclear shelter. Food, and medical supplies were stacked in preparation for a possible conflict. There were even military equipment, that could suggest that this was previously an insurrectionist hideout. Though no doubt that they were caught before they could use it. Dyn found a seat and sat down. He his body now slowly losing it's adrenaline, and feeling the full extent of the stress and pressure that he had from the battle. He still hadn't comprehended what had happened. His Squad are definitely dead if they were killed during the assault on Lancer's Point Base. He doesn't know if other UNSC Troops or Civilians had successfully found shelter, or were eradicated by the flames of the explosion. Even why the UNSC fired Shiva's at the Covenant Ships, and why it was so devastating. His mind was so boggled, that he didn't know how to feel. Then his eyes were set on the Zealot. The creature was breathing painfully, though it's thick purple blood still leaked slowly onto the ground. Dyn remembered hearing that Soldier's agonising groan as the Zealot murdered him. He remember it's venomous Yellow eyes glare at him when it had caught him. Face covered in blood. If it weren't for the Nukes, he would have been dead. But he looked at the creature, as it continued to breath, he felt a sense of needing to help. He knew it was an enemy, and moments before he was willing to shoot the creature into pieces. But now that he can see the creature as it helplessly bleeds to death. He decided to be the better man. He had some medical training, so he still could at least help the Zealot not die in such a helpless way. He dragged the Elite across the room closer to the supplies and searched quickly for any thing that could help him remove the armour. He found a saw and a laser cutter and began work on removing the chest piece, the shoulder pieces, wrist pieces and the thigh pieces. Though thick and heavy, the armour was easy to remove. He then noticed that the body up to the neck was covered in a rough skin tight suit. He cut the suit off at the waist with a pair of medical scissors, to get to see the wounds better. Dyn tried his quickest to remove the bullets lodged into his wounds and then fill them up with Biofoam, to stop the bleeding and allow the wounds to heal. He then handcuffed the Elite to a nearby shelf, so he could ensure his safety as he bandaged the Zealot up. The Elite was in bad shape. It seemed to have lost a lot of blood. Blood that Dyn could not replace. Though thanks to Dyn's work, it is still enough for the elite to live. Though it would be in a severely weakened state. But for Dyn, that was good enough. Now all he had to do is wait a while. He seemed to have enough food to survive on for at least half a year, if not longer. Though Dyn doubted that he would need to wait that long. Hanging up nearby, was a couple of CBRN suits. Very modern looking, adding to the insurrectionist bunker theory. But nonetheless he would just had to wait a while. So until then, he should grab some grub. - This is the third image in my Zealously Together series.
