A new Vault Hunter has entered Pandora. She saves Zer0 and helps his recovery.
Borderlands Fan Fiction
I have no idea where I am. Clearly, that gas station clerk had no idea what he was talking about. Well, he was a little drunk. I see some train tracks, that might be helpful. I walked over to them and examined them. I swiped my finger across one of the main tracks and smelled it. A train has passed by recently, which mean another should come by soon.
I wipe my finger on my pants, cursing under my breath because these were my only good pair of pants. I quickly checked my hips for my pistols and sighed in relief once I confirmed that they were there. I reached behind me and touched my rifle. I sighed and sat down on a slanted rock. I listened for an oncoming train, hoping I wouldn't find yet another idiot. I tapped the rock slowly with my right index finger, becoming impatient. I got up and stepped onto one of the tracks. I walked along the tracks, mildly bored. I pulled my rifle out, hearing something scuff some metal. I aimed and headshot a rat. Oh great. I pulled the trigger again, not noticing the oncoming train about to hit me. It slammed into me, sending me flying off of the tracks and landing in the sand. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my ribs. I winced once I touched them. I noticed that one of the train cars was blown up. I rushed over to it, hoping that no one was dead. I searched through the rubble, only finding one survivor. I picked him up and carried him on my shoulders.
"Who... Are...you?" he moaned.
"I'm a Vault Hunter," I told him. "Don't talk. Save your strength." I carried over to a metal platform and set him on it. I examined him, hoping he wouldn't die on me. I quickly wrapped his gouge on his arm in my ripped off t-shirt sleeve. I used my index finger and my middle finger and checked his pulse. It was steady. I slumped my shoulders in relief. I sat down on one of the small metal poles and waited for him to gain consciousness. He was strange looking, he only had three fingers and a thumb. He wore a helmet so I couldn't see his face.
"Harsh place. I don't know how I'm even still alive. Or why I'm talking to myself when you can't even hear me." I sighed and looked up at the sky, growling at the sight of the Hyperion satellite. Hyperion, bunch of backstabbed suckers. Especially Handsome Jack. He's a really charmer, not really. I'd like to shove my fist into his skull, sideways. He dumped me out here.
I heard the assassin moan and I looked at him. "What's your name?"
He held his head. "Zero. Where are the others?"
"Killed in the explosion. You are the only survivor and you're still pretty hurt. I suggest you don't get up....." he gets up as soon as I said it. He winced and collapsed. I sighed and put his right arm over my shoulders. I helped him up. "Why are you here?"
He looked at me, my reflection on his helmet. "Same as you. I'm a Vault Hunter." I walked him over to an abandoned cabin and entered. I sat him down on the couch and rubbed my right arm.
"You're heavier than you look," I told him. I knew he won't say anything to that. I sighed and looked out the window. I heard something land on top of the cabin and I grabbed the shotgun hanging on the wall. I cocked it and pointed the barrel of the gun at the roof. I pulled the trigger and blasted a hole in the roof. I focused on the sound and my eyes glowed a pale blue. I blocked out my other senses and focused on the sound. I pulled the trigger again and I heard an angry choking noise. A bandit fell off the roof and landed in a pool of blood. He stared at me.
"What was that? Everything slowed down and your eyes..." he trailed off, staring at me.
"That's my special power," I told him. "I like to shoot things."
He sighed. "That's what makes us different."
I looked at him. "What do you mean?" He looked away.
"You're so different than I am."