Running away from your problems

Part 2

Fires burned in nests of twisted metal. Not as big as the initial crash, but enough to cause concern. A human traversed them. Carefully stepping on what he judged to be stable. Occasionally he judged wrong and slipped. Somehow managing not to impale himself on a length of steel. He landed hard on a rare patch of dirt. Landing into a squat.
He froze and listened. Slowly coming to stand.
His eyes caught a flash of something not manufactured. He walked up to it. Eyeing it carefully. It looked like a hand, still but intact. I the rest of it was covered by wreckage. A long solid piece that used to be a door or even the side of a ship. He squatted down, setting his fingers on the underside of the wreckage. He took a deep breath and lifted. The muscles in his legs burning.
He took a look down.
And dropped the debris.
Shaking his head, he walked away.
There wasn't anything to save.
He saw another thing that looked intact.
A round shape, one with small windows and numbers blazed sideways.
He went over to take a closer look. Fingers tracing over the scratched paint.
"YK-456," he whispered to himself. His head snapped up, looking for a way in. The pod looked really good for a crash. He dragged his hands across its surface. Looking for anything. They settled on an arc. Which lead to a full circle. It was the rim of something. Inside the rim was a completely flat surface. No bolts, a single sheet of metal.
He dropped his bag. Hand digging inside its contents. His fingers circled around the handle of something gun shaped. He pulled it out.
He pulled the trigger to test it.
A short small blast of white flame flickered.
He smiled.

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It was dark and cool.
But hard to breathe.
Karter felt this despite how unconnected her head felt to her body.
They felt like they were swimming.
A flash of bright, harsh light broke through. It burned her eyes. Karter hissed and turned away.
They felt something slide under her arms and pull her.
They closed their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again. They were draped over a shoulder. Her hands hanging in her blurry vision. Her vision wouldn't clear despite her blinking rapidly. She felt around with her hands.
What she felt was smooth, but had seams in it. It had a familiar scent.
Leather?
She felt something hard. Something that didn't bend under her fingers. It ran the length of her forearm. There were two of them. Hidden under the leather.

When she opened his eyes again. She was staring at the sky. It was dark at the top, but it grew in brightness and colour near the horizon.
Karter blinked and held up her hand to rub his eyes. But she stopped. She stared at her hand. It shook gently.
It was covered in bandages.
So was other hand.
She lifted her head
"Ah, ow,"
And let it drop with a wince. They realized that their head was resting on something soft.
"You awake?"
Karter turned her head to the voice.
She saw the profile of a man, a human.
That was the only thing she recognized.
He had long dull blue hair, tied up in a loose bun. He wore a sort of body armor. It covered his neck and exposed his shoulders. His arms covered by long gloves. Her eyes travelled down his form. He wore baggy pants with rips and pockets.
"Oh god don't tell me you're brain dead,"
Karter frowned.
"What? No, who are you?"
The man sighed, running a hand through his strange hair.
"Oh, I'm just someone who took you out of that crash,"
He shrugged and turned away.
Karter wasn't satisfied with that. She took a deep breath in and lifted herself up. She managed to sit up. But panted heavily.
She shook her head.
"Was there, anyone else?"
The man shook his head and shrugged again.
"No, but if I looked more, you probably wouldn't have woken up,"
Karter nodded. Holding a hand to her head. Feeling the fabric wrapped around it.
"Can I know your name?"
He looked back at Karter, with grey and yellow eyes.
"Quentin,"