After handsome Jack had sabotaged the train to detonate on command, projecting Maya’s body a few yards backward burying her in the snow, a very cute yet annoying metal box had been looting bodies with a spade and stumbled upon her. Salvador, Zer0, Axton, and Gaige must have thought she was dead and traveled onward, or perhaps they meet a frozen or explosive demise; it was much too soon to tell. Her escort went by the name of claptrap and accompanied her through some of the dangerous terrain, of course cowering in fear from the enemies nevertheless. This talking box was more of a hindrance than a help, on several occasions Maya had to stop what she was doing to track down the poor thing and rescue it—along with its eye.
They parted ways as she reached a new area to explore, Three Horns Divide was an imposing wasteland filled with bandits and bullymongs roaming endlessly in search of a quick kill. The walk was grueling and cold; however her well fitted suit kept out most of the chill. She wanted to reach Sanctuary before the temperature plummeted even further but that was probably a far-fetched plan. She had made her way to the Snowbound Crossroads, maybe half a day’s stride until beer and warm grub would be in her hands. Just thinking about it made her salivate, if she continued to picture the sustenance much longer the drool would surely freeze down the side of her mouth; how attractive. Since the landscape looked the same Maya stopped for a second making a visor with her hand to protect her eyes from the glare of the snow as she looked around.
A fierce roar echoed throughout the hollowed area giving Maya a warning in advance, an oncoming enemy approached full speed. She turned her body toward the sound and readied her pistol. The weapon was aimed straight at the head of this creature and when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. “Ah! This damn gun.” She violently shook the metal up and down and then smacked the side of it, phase locking the son of a bitch before it could reach and chew on her face. Once more she found the sweet spot and with her index finger pulled the trigger, and the enemy took elemental damage in the form of fire and began to roast. The beast violently thrashed about before dying an excruciating death, this made Maya smile deviously after she chuckled to herself. “Bulls eye.” She angrily looked to the pistol again and hit the side, preparing to shoot any others who would dare barrel toward her.