Death Approaching

Chapter 2

I'm scared; I've never been this frightened since I lost my parents in the black smoke thirteen years ago. I'm also worried about my friend, wondering how his life has been these last few weeks, how has he coped with all this madness!? I really hope his jet doesn't run out of fuel on the way, or we both won't live for another twenty minutes. Here I am waiting for him, looking around for something to keep my mind busy and out of worry. I can see this small circular device 2.5 meters away from me, I go and pick it up and realise that its a GNCD (Global Network Communications Device), which is used by the elites to communicate with people outside of Earth such as the moon or the ISS.

I'm ecstatic! I call into the device and ask for assistance - but no answers - instead I get an automated reply saying that the ISS and all other outside communications are unable to connect and to please be patient. I'm not entirely sure what patience is, but I got upset, sad and angry. The next thing I knew, the GNCD was lying broken next to me on the shaky ground. I lost hope; I'm going to die now. My friend has yet to arrive but I'm thirsty and weak. I will most likely die now and if not, the ground will give in possibly within the next 14 minutes. If so, my body will be crushed between rocks and melting in hungry larva.

There's this sound I hear, I've heard it before somewhere. I take an entire minute to understand place it, it was my friend. He's here! I'm going to live! He's jet coming fast towards my direction and lands beside me. I am scared no more, no more waiting for rescue, no more shaky ground to stand on, I'm not going to be crushed by rocks and I'm not going to be alone.

I forgot that I was thirsty, I forgot about the sadness I had when thinking about my parents, I forgot about stress. This was my escape from dying a terrible death like so many of us. I walked towards the settled jet, I broke out in a brisk jog towards it, then sprinted! I felt the warm air rush past my face like never before, am I going to make it? Will I be in this jet before the shaky ground beneath me gives way? Will I survive the next few seconds? I'm only hoping for the best, hoping that I will make it on board, hoping that I will make it out alive so I wont have to die an agonising death.

With that in mind, I took a leap to what I hope is freedom. Yes! I got to the jet, the automated doors- acknowledging my presence- opened. I got inside, checked if the ground was still there but its about to cave in. I, however, don't care because I am here - safe with my friend, who is a bit too worried. Definitely not the kind of look you'd appreciate from your pilot.

The doors closed swiftly and the jet took off just before the ground collapsed, everything beneath us being destroyed by our very weak home planet. I sat in the seat behind my friend, not a word came from him yet, but I knew it would say something eventually. I knew he would say something depressing like all of us humans in the last few weeks. We were gliding for 2 minutes and then he spoke...