Is Anybody Out There?

Survival | Live

Priorities. What are my priorities?

I don't want to care about death, but if I die now, I'll simply die in vain. Unable to achieve my goal, unable to explore. Maybe I do regret not bringing supplies with me. But let's not think of that. First, I must survive.

Cut to near future

This desert seems neverending. I'm not sure how long I've been trudging on for now. Time moves differently around here. It isn't like back at home.

The ground shakes

Live, startled, falls to the ground and starts moving, trying to get away, though impossible

Items, unfamiliar to him, show up from under the sand. He picks one up, and examines it for a little while.

I wondered what the object was. Could it be food? What was it used for? It was hard and flat. It reminded me of crackers back home.

He sticks it in his mouth and attempts to break it and chew it

New narrator: The flavor was unlike any other he'd experienced before. It wasn't a bad flavor, but it also wasn't good. It was interesting, to say the least. But it was food. It seemed to him, for the first time since he landed, that there might actually be someone out here.