Escape From Remnant: A Tarkov X RWBY Crossover

Chapter 37: Curtain Call Volume 2

The crash with the train and the concrete wall blocking the tunnel was hard, to say the least. But at least the carts full of dust blew up in the train tunnel, causing no big explosion at the top like the white fang had hoped. Still, though, the explosive force had propelled the engine and front carts forward through the concrete wall and into whatever that was above hard.

Moron could feel something he had not felt in a while shining on him, heat from the rays of sunshine as he got up from the face down position he was in, his head ringing from the force of impact taken. Something didn't feel right down inside him as well, maybe a cracked rib from the impact or broken bone, but he had more pressing matters to tend to now. The russian injected himself with some morphine to cope with the pain for now. He looked around, swinging his head and body left and right for where he was and if anyone else he knew was still alive.

"Hey! We're in Vale now...I think." He shouts, but all around him was the ruins of train and uprooted concrete. He could see that he was in some sort of public square, a plaza meant to provide the citizens a place to socialise, sell small goods or food, and walk. There were also civilians, just staring at what had just happened, murmuring to each other, some on the scroll to the local authorities while others decided to walk away or carry on with their lives.

Fires had broken out around in varying sizes from the exploded dust, and some dust boxes were still igniting, but it seemed like the worst had already passed. Now, he just needed to find the others.

"Hey! Is there anyone there?! It's me Moron!!!" He shouted even louder, projecting his voice with all the energy his lungs could provide.

"Moron...?" A voice creaked weakly from around a piece of broken train engine wall, he rushes to the source trying to look for the person who had said those words. The voice had an American accent to it, so it had to be either Texas or Floridaman.

"Here...Moron. Fucking help me...!" The voice came from under a large piece of broken concrete slab, Moron quickly pulled it off and threw it to the side despite its great weight and saw it was Texas under there but he wasn't looking too good.

"Shit...your arm..." Moron pointed at Texas, who had sustained worse injuries from the crash. He was wheezing, indicating a problem with the lungs either from the dust or smoke, but the worst was his right arm. It had been completely crushed by an engine part, and there was no saving it. It had been completely crushed.

"It hurts...It's gone, isn't it...?" Texas knew better than to move, given all the injuries he knew he sustained, not to mention those he didn't know about yet. Moron just stood there trying to calculate his odds of survival if he should just take him out here to end his suffering or try to administer some first aid.

"Moron...слава богу, ты жив!" Katya comes around from the same corner he came around from behind, having sustained surprisingly minor injuries.

"If you're gonna put me out, light a cigar for me first." Texas spoke again.

Katya walked next to Moron seeing the state of Texas.

"Well?"

"In tarkov, I would've but...here...in this world they have more advanced medical technology..." Indeed, this was a world with robotic prosthetic limbs, especially in Atlas. Maybe Texas could get one of those to replace his crushed arm.

"Then stick me full of stimulants already, I don't wanna bleed out..."

As he wished Moron had moved to take out all the stimulants and medication that would help Texas survive for longer until help arrived. Some morphine, propital, and CALOK-Bs were enough to keep him up and deal with some of the more minor wounds. Texas thought to himself while just stuck there, wondering if this was the right choice Moron had made. His dominant arm was pretty much gone, and he desperately needed one of these robo arms to keep living. Otherwise, he might as well have been shot.