Running. Towards future. Towards a better life. Towards eternity. Best running nonetheless.
The timer showed one minute left until reality was supposed to stop and 20 years of serene dreaming were about to take over thier lives .
One by one, they made it. The cylindrical boxes in which they had to hold still for what felt like a lifetime were starting to be filled with cold air. Everything seemed to be in order. Ten more seconds.
And then, they heard it. Quick steps running along the corridor outside the room.
Five. They realised one of them was missing.
Four. The door burst open, showing a black middle-aged man panting, unable to run anymore.
Three. The young woman he loved so dearly tried stopping the process, blocking the door to her tube with the jacket she was wearing. All in vain.
Two. The man tried to take one more step before falling on his knees, giving up on the life he built in over a century.
One. They looked each other in the eyes, the others keeping a moment of silence for what was about to come. None of them dared to try helping their peer, no matter how much they cared for him. None of them would give up their youth, their future for another soul not to be lonely.
Zero. The tubes closed and the last thing they heard was the woman's mad cry: "Silas, no!"
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Frozen Crossfire
Science FictionTen people. One scientific purpose. One year to fight. One year to break the rules. A world crumbled down. The need to survive is crucial.
