In her possession at the moment was her most basic of survival gear. Her helmet on her head, her goggles on her face, a tight warm scarf around her face, her jack knife in the sheath strapped to her boot, a walking staff, and a duffel bag filled with spare clothes, food rations, mementos from her trip, and clean water.
Dolly let out a loud irritated groan, her body practically shaking not only from the cold but from pure exhaustion.
"What a massive load," she grunted, leaning onto her walking staff for more support as she got closer and closer to the bases. "Two train rides, three car rides, and one of the most BORING TRIPS inside a helicopter I've ever had the displeasure of being in. That dick head in the Huey didn't even offer to a company me on the walk up here. Faceless jerk, should have punched him in the back of the head after we landed."
She was happy to be back to Coldfront though, she was exhausted and irritable but the amount of grunt work she put into the three weeks of her being away was worth it. She hoped no one would get too inquisitive about her absence, it was always so difficult to be honest about her personal life. So of course she thought the most reasonable way to deal with telling people the truth was to bolt without telling the whole truth on her leaving.
Which, on the whole, is a very shitty thing to do.
She was nearing the top of the hill, adjusting the strap around her shoulders, and passing through the snow as quickly as she could, she finally stood on the top.
Looking over the trees, she was finally close enough to see the BLU base and could perfectly see each building, silo, and capture points from on top of the hill. She took in a deep inhale of the fresh mountain air, pulling her goggles down from her face to show her dark blue gray eyes looking down on the site.
"I'm home, Coldfront." She muttered jokingly to herself. "I hope you missed me as much as I missed you."
Taking in a few more seconds of the scenery before her, she pulled her goggles back up over her eyes. She stretched her arms as high as she could, popping a few joints in her back and knees to try and relax her body a little more for the rest of the trip down.
However, while she moved her foot forward to try and pop another joint, the ground under her was cracking. She looked down to see the shaky ground, and realized too later that it was actually frozen ice underneath her.
And due to her added weight on the feebly ledge, it started to break off from the hill. Thus, she began to slide down the under side of the hill with very limited grace and very loud screaming.
"GAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! IT'S GOOD TO BE BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" She bellowed out before she lost her footing onto the crumbling ice-board, she started to roll and thrash against the ground, finding it very difficult to loose momentum. On her way down she lost her walking stick, her helmet, and her goggles cracked from the intense tumble down the hill. Finally, she was able to stop with the assistance of the neighboring chain link fence that half-hazardously kept out wild life from the base. While the world around her seemed to continuously spin around her, she tried to focus herself to sitting up in the heap of snow, but all she could register was that BLU base had somehow spawned into three different bases that were floating around and were quite fuzzy.
Oh hell, another concussion. That's one of the things she REALLY needed right now.
She gave a weak groan, until finally her brain shut down completely and she flopped down into the snow. Completely passed out and in a deeply needed heavy sleep. Since she was so close to the base she had no doubt someone would notice her body laying next to the fence, but there was really no big hurry for her to be rescued.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and at the very worst she'd wake up with a TERRIBLE HEAD ACHE and damp from all the melting snow.
Dolly was still happy to be back, and concussions build character.
