Spartan 223 rose up like a beast from hibernation. He was on a long abandoned Vallhala base. He remembered a couple of hours ago, he was stabbed in the throat by an unknown Spartan. He looked around for his Hornet and saw it laying on its side on the ground. It was rusted. 223 realized that he must have not been out for a few hours, but for a few months. He slowly began to hobble out of the area towards a Spartan base more than a 4 day journey from where he was. He was thankful to be alive, for his suit had ready-to-eat meals in packages that the suit automatically fed his unconcious body. Still, he was hungry and he had a long journey ahead of him.........