Just to add to my death wish, my knowledge of the human body allowed me to come to the realization that, I wont, make it back. I'm going to die, alone and isolated. Well, so I thought. During my mental breakdown I spotted a Recon Rescue Pod (or RRP for short). I had heard of them, but never thought I would be in that situation to need one. With the shuttles attached claws I immediatly dragged the RRP towards the hatch, easy peasy. I released the pod from the metal claws and opened it up. It contained a letter and a few supplies, the letter red;
APOLLO 25,
These are the only supplies that will be sent to space, your new objective is to return to earth with the limited fuel in the escape pod. Your arrival is expected at 1300 hours. If you do not fulfill your mission we will be forced to recall the shuttle as MIA,
NASA.
Tears start to devour me, "Get it together!" I scream to myself as I stack all leftover supplies in the escape pod.
