J (Murder Drones)

You are alone, and the inhospitable cold of Copper-9 isn't unwavering as you slowly trample through the thick snow below your feet.
Heavy sounds of wind hum throughout the air, just adding more bitterness to the already below freezing temperature. You had to settle down somewhere, anywhere.
Still wandering aimlessly, hoping for a shelter to be along your journey, that's when you hear her. The sound of those unmistakable wings soaring through the air from none like a disassembly drone. J found herself planted behind you, and you have to do something, fast.