The Core

Crash Landing

Chapter 10

The last thing I remember is the ceiling collapsing over David, who was shielding me. Then I blacked out…

When I woke, I coughed. The alarms had been silenced and I felt still. I could hardly breathe and felt extremely claustrophobic. I noticed David’s body. Still and cold. Oh, no! No! I pushed and dug my way out of the pile of space ship junk, I dragged David out also. I found some flat terrain on the remainder of the ship and lay his body out on his back. I shook his shoulders.

“David?” I croaked. I noticed how hoarse my voice sounded and quickly cleared my throat.

“David?” I was louder and clearer. Seeing no response from him, I started to yell and shake harder.

“David!” I practically scream his name. Realising that my technique isn’t working, I put my head to his mouth and nose to check for breaths. Nothing. I tried to focus my mind onto my training. I put my hands on his chests and gave 3 steady pumps. After, I put my mouth to his and blew air into his lungs. The feel of his lips reminded me of the night we kissed. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I started pumping again.

“David. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me. David!” I sniffled. Seeing as though it is no use, I stopped pumping and put my head to his chest, sobbing.

“David…”

After what felt like hours of mourning,  I got up and scoped out the area. We had landed on a weird barren land, it looked a bit like a desert. I saw this from the broken windows and broken walls. I noticed many dead bodies on the floor. Blood was everywhere and everything was wrecked. I saw the control panel. I speedily ran to it. I pressed some buttons and put on a headset I found underneath a broken chair.

“Hello? Kayla hide to NASA?” I say. But nothing comes out the other side. Not even feedback. As silent as it looks outside. Where are we? I step outside through a hole in the wall and see that is it very hot.

Even after telling myself not to, I look at the outside of the shuttle; completely crashed. The sand from the floor blows into my face in the light breeze. Other than that, the atmosphere is scorching and I feel my head heating up, I decide its best to go back inside the shuttle until help comes. We must be on earth, I can breathe outside and there is gravity. After almost going back in where I came from, I realise that I don’t want to be near David’s body; who died so I could survive. There would be no way out of there as well as the entrance and exit is blocked with ceiling pieces. I circle the shuttle and find a way in through a broken wall, it leads to the foyer. I see that the stairs are still intact so I go up them and navigate my way to the girl’s bedroom. Walking around and climbing over any obstacles. I go in to find about two thirds of the room smashed, I walk over to the closest “clean” area I can find and sit myself down on the bed.

All I want to do is cry and sleep and never come out again. Am I the only survivor? Someone else must’ve survived. But I doubt it’s possible. I mean this space ship is a wreck. If it wasn’t for David, I would be dead right now. I contemplate sleeping and weeping but vote against it. I have to be strong. I have to scavenger for as many supplies and food I can get.

On that decision, I get up and search the whole shuttle. I find: a half eaten bag of pretzels; an unopened bag of peanuts; a dented tin of tomato soup and 3 un-harmed cans of vegetables. On the supplies part, I found nothing. I have a bed; what more do I need? I stock a small area beside my bed with the food I found and lay in bed for a while. During my search, I saw many dead friends. Michelle, Trent, Jack, Bradley. Many other people other than them were hidden under debris or heavy objects.

I have come to the conclusion that I am the only person surviving. I practically searched everywhere and found no way anyone could be alive. I turn onto my other side. I see a hole in the wall where I see the plain desert outside. Heat radiates through the gaps, making sweat trickle down my forehead. I slowly stand up and slide out of my space suit. I’m still wearing my black leggings and white t-shirt I dressed into the day before the accident. I throw myself back onto the bed and allow my emotions to come flooding out. I cry and cry until my cheeks and pillow is soaked with my tears. I fall asleep crying…

For the third time, I have the dream about the vortex again. But only this time, there is a prologue. I stand in a hallway made of cream marble, a window at the end with deep purple curtains that fly in the wind. David is standing infront of me.

“Kayla! Before you go in there, wear this.” He says, handing me the moonstone necklace he gave to me before take-off. I nod and put it on, then I walk into the bedroom…

I wake up and look to see it is still light outside. I stay in bed, looking out, seeing exactly what our surrounding looks like. I notice something in the distance. At first, I think it is just a shadow. But then I see closer. I get up out of bed and walk to the biggest hole. I notice it is a brown patch, maybe half a kilometre that is moving. I strain my eyes to see further. People! People are here! It’s a crowd of people coming towards us to help! A rescue team!

I stand there for a while. Anticipating with glee for the team to come closer. When a thought strikes my mind. There are about 200 of them, wearing brown baggy trousers, no t-shirts. They are all men and are carrying swords and some have bows and arrows.

These are not rescue people. In fact, I don’t think they want to do any good to me at all. Am I even on Earth?They are marching right towards the ship, getting closer and closer with every second…

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