A Modern Ulysses

Day May 12, 2081

(Blood Warning!!!!)

Logbook,
A whistle in my head overpowered every other noise.
I couldn't move, and soon after, a terrible pain in my chest, as if someone had stabbed me.
I no longer felt a leg and felt the speed of my heartbeat fade.

Gradually I felt the strength return to my arms.

I had tried, carefully, to raise a hand and very slowly to place it on my leg.
A thick, dense fog had covered the ground around me, only touch had been on my side.

My leg was ...
Probably, I couldn't call her that anymore ...
A piece of that asteroid had torn my flesh, which was wet with a scarlet liquid. Just touching the wound was repulsive.

The whistling faded to a hum, and my hearing normalized.
As I opened my eyes and a light exploded in front of me.
He managed to lift his torso.

It would have been better not to try.
I screamed in despair.
I yelled in exasperation.
And hard, painful, almost scratchy sounds came out of my mouth.

Impulsively I had taken the provocateur of that mass of torn flesh and had extracted it with all the strength I had. Second mistake.
A terrible mistake.
That rough, sharp fragment served as a capsule for the muscle.

Large amounts of blood and fluids had come out.
Without the so-called capsule, you could see the bone broken in half and with a compact yellowish patina, probably it was infected ...