@griffxx posted one of the most enjoyable threads I have seen in a bit. It was so much fun I just had to share here. The idea was to write a character introduction from a storyline where Earth's inhabitants had fled in cryogenic sleep traveling through space only to wake up in their aborted capsule back on Earth! So here was my take on it...
Chill tentacles of air licked her cheek, waking the lost passenger from her deep slumber. Her vision was still cloudy, even after the milky substance had fully drained from inside the long blue steel hyperbaric sleep chamber. The curved glass shuddered up and down in the wind and overhead an almost crystalized blue sky stretched like some lost azure sea dotted with islands of fast moving puffy clouds that were swiftly drifting by. The pods passenger violently twitched, her muscles contorting in a spasm, jarring her head into the top of the chamber. Frightened and alone she suddenly bolted upright, scrambling out of the tube and trying to get a grip on where she was. The silk cream wrappings tied around her torso were still soaking wet from the cryo-fluid that had covered her body and filled her lungs, clinging tightly to her skin and raising goose bumps against the unrelenting winds. She knew it would be dangerous to stay out here in the cold and flicked open a keypad at the base of the aborted capsule lying on its side in the tall grass, placing her thumb in the center of a small flickering purple screen. A series of beeps confirmed she was recognized and the base of the chamber whirred opened to reveal a cache of supplies.
Quickly she slipped out of the soaked wrappings, pulling skin tight slick gray thermal pants and a matching long sleeved top on. The shiny fabric instantly began regulating her body temperature even before she had put her arms through the padded leather vest, filling its pockets with the rest of the capsules contents and tied her long purple hair back behind her head. She harnessed the rifle around her pack and clipped an arc blade into her belt, wondering briefly how she knew what the items were. A small oddly angled device was in her palm, staring up at her with alien keys, when the woman began to drift out of the fog which had settled in the corners of her mind. Her heart froze as an epiphany washed through her, looking around at the long stretches of rolling green hillsides she realized she had no idea who she was or where she could possibly be.
“But how can that be possible…of course I know my name…” she thought, looking back down to the strange device and hearing the lie for what it was in her head. She did not know who she was, yet somehow some base instinct inside her was functioning in survival mode, enough so that she knew certain things about the world. For example, she could remember being placed into the hyperbaric chamber and being sent away from Earth. And she knew enough about her surroundings to tell she had been aborted for some reason…but her name, who she was or had been…it was out there beyond the reaches of her mind, stuck in a haze of whispers. Looking down at the reflecting blue steel she saw a word stamped on a silver plate at its base, under the glass door.
“Winter.” She read it out loud, feeling the word rolling around her tongue, familiar. “Is this my name?” she wondered unsure. “Winter…” she said again to no one, feeling the weight of it on for a try, nodding her head that it would do. A high pitched howl rolled over the hills nearby startling the lost traveler. Winter crouched down into a defensive posture, gazing to the east to see what was coming. The bitter wind stung her hazel eyes, filling them with tears and blurring her vision. Again a howl carried in the wind, this time much closer. Winter decided now was not the time to wait and see what might come, now was the time to run.
