The Habitats

Chapter 2

"We're gonna die!" Callum cried out.

The whole crew was in a state of panic, trying to latch onto anything they could to steady themselves. "We are not going to die! Calm down Callum!" Rayna yelled.

"Izzy you're a genius, can't you connect some wires here and there to slow us down!" Jax yelled, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the piping on the side of the ship.

"First of all, that's not how it works! Second, this thing is automated, it's not designed for transporting passengers, it's designed to carry garbage of the rich for Pete's sake!" Izzy screamed.

"Okay, everyone just calm down! Panicking and yelling at each other isn't going to help, we're plummeting whether we want to or not! Can we just focus on making sure we don't die? Grab onto something secure, and maybe find something soft!" Wren ordered, raising her voice to be heard over the loud rattling.

The crew scrambled, each of them trying to secure themselves as best they could. Wren held her breath, her grip firm on a railing as she squinted through the dim lighting. The ship's speed was unbearable; it felt like the metal walls would tear apart under the pressure.

"Look I just want to say that, if anything happens I appreciate everything you guys have done for me over the years, I mean I was just some nervous seven year old until I met..." Callum started rambling, looking at his closest friends, his crew, his family.

"If anything happens? The shit is already happening Cal!" Jax cut him off, trying to steady his breathing, "Well sorry for showing I care!" Callum argued back. The pair began bickering.

"Oh. My. Word! Can you two just shut up! I don't want the last thing I hear to be your stupid arguing!" Rayna's voice was shaking as the ship continued its rapid descent.

The interior groaned under the pressure, the walls vibrating as they plunged through layers of atmosphere, each minute pulling them closer to Earth's surface.

The whole crew looked around at each other, no one saying anything but the fear and panic was visible, a sense of dread washed over all of them.

Wren squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clinging onto any solid object she could get her hands on. It was as if time had slowed down, her ears ringing at the ship's reentry, her body stiff, preparing for impact.

She could feel her heartbeat in her throat, her hands began to sweat from the adrenaline. Her face contorted in fear and anticipation.

Her whole body jolted forward as a loud bang rang around them, her grip on the pipes vanishing in seconds, the impact had thrown her forward, the garbage piles collapsing onto her, burying her in what the rich had deemed worthless.