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At the last moment before impact, I shut my eyes, hoping that we'd live.
CHAPTER TWELVE
- LOLA -
EVERYTHING WAS dark when I opened my eyes. A deep chill had set into my body and a light breeze tickled across my skin. Once my eyes adjusted, I found myself wrapped in white silk airbags. The escape pod was a shattered mess of metal and plastic.
"Zeysor?" I groaned.
No response.
"Zeysor!" I shouted, fighting out of my harness.
The pod creaked and moved, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop.
I fell out of my seat and into the center of the vehicle.
Zeysor was strapped to his seat, unconscious and bleeding from his forehead. A shard of the broken windshield had pierced his thick skin.
"Oh no," I gasped. I ripped away the silk airbags and used some to drab the blood from his face.
Zeysor groaned.
"Oh, thank God, you're alive," I sighed.
Zeysor slowly opened his eyes. "We're alive?"
"Yeah," I said with a nod.
Zeysor, unlatched his belt and stumbled to the floor of the pod, which was actually the ceiling, or what was left of it.
"We need to move," He said.
"You just woke up and you probably have a concussion!" I blurted. "You need to rest."
"We can't. We need to put distanced between us and this pod. If I know the Commander, and I do, he will not allow us to escape that easy."
"But the blue aliens," I tried.
"Are under his orders to take us to the slave colony. They won't get their payment until we are secured," Zeysor said. He dusted off his uniform and pulled himself from the wreckage.
I took his hand, and he hauled me up.
The remnants of the escape pod looked like a broken bird’s nest of metal. The outer plastic layer was burnt, and shattered glass littered the ground. It was a miracle we survived.
Wherever we were now, it was nighttime. The last few rays of the sun were disappearing over the horizon, and there was nothing but red dirt as far as the eye could see.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Mars," Zeysor said. He pulled a communicator from his pocket and started searching for our coordinates. It beeped, the processing time taking ages, until a satellite map appeared on the screen.
The alien pointed away from the sun. "There's a supply train that way. We can follow the rails until we reach a town."
"How long is that going to take?" I asked.
"Not long," He said. "But we should hurry. The desert gets cold at night."
We scrounged up the few surviving supplies from the pod: water pouches, dried food rations, and a few first-aid tools, and set off.
