The Horrors Below

Chapter 2: The Bodies

     Sammy finally pushed herself to her feet and turned around to see rows of cryo-stasis chambers filled with the rotting corpses of kids, some of which she knew. She was speechless, but her mind flowed with fears and doubts, and also guilt, lots of guilt. She walked from the disgusting scene towards the bulkhead that led to the living quarters. She pushed open the rusty door and collapsed in front of the opening. Her strength was exhausted just from making it that far, and as she drifted away into slumber, she wondered why cruel fate had picked her, of all people, to live.
     Journal entry one: My fingers are barely thawed enough to write and my muscles feel like rubber bands, but my mind is racing too fast to just to sit and think, so here I am, scrawling my thoughts onto a laptop. I can't believe that they're dead, But I can accept it, and I can't feel sorry for them now that I envy them. I took a look at the outside monitor, and it's been 248 years since me and the...(sigh)...The others got frozen. The atmosphere is a bit chilly now, resting on the ground, rock is hard, so... Yeah, I guess I don't have any hope for survival, but I am here and I have the rations for a year with 20 people. 20 years isn't so bad of a life, but if I want to make use of it, I have a serious problem to deal with first: energy is extremely scarce, and I need a lot of it. The only good sources of energy that are left now are nuclear and thermal, but I'm not a nuclear physicist with a paper weight made of uranium, and I don't exactly live on the surface of the mantle, so I'm basically screwed. At least it'll finally end. I think it will. I hope it will.