Not this again (On Break)

As the smoke rises in the distance my hope begins to wain. Everyone who came with me either turned around or died. I'm not sure that is such a bad thing. I feel more focused when I'm alone, but the fiery cloud of smoke brings back horrible memories of my previous home.
I continue to trek through the Washington Forest until I finally reach the burning hell that was once Seattle. The sky needle lies broken through a series of buildings. The Argo II was barely visible through the black haze as it say over a hill to the west.
The Plateau I stood atop was very steep and rocky but that didn't stop me from sliding right down it. A sharp rock slices my right shoulder about halfway down and I can feel blood start to trickle down my arm and off my fingertips. It reminded me of my Humanity.
I take off jacket, ball it up, and use it to control the bleeding as I rush towards a burning tree. "Oh this is going to hurt." I mutter under my breath as I unsheath my sword. I extend the golden sword into the fire with my good arm. After about thirty seconds I decide its hot enough and retract it from the fiery oak tree.
With a final sigh I place the scolding blade against my cut. "You gotta do what you gotta do to survive" I think to myself as my brain goes numb with pain. After the wound finally cauterizes I return to my feet and start towards the Argo II, Towards my Friends.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while.