A chilling sleep begins.
The carnage and chaos had ended.
He was the only survivor.
Recognizable remains littered the corridors. Blood pooled over artificial gravity wells.
A course to Earth was set, and he gingerly collapsed into a cryogenics pod.
As the pod sealed, a motion light kicked on.
He toured the entirety of his ancestral homeland without a single step.
After he signed the book, he decided to vacation in Portugal before getting down to business.
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Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
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Although the family feared trouble and planned a special burial, anarchists got the body of George Pullman before the earth did.
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Several Lunar Roving Vehicles remain scattered across the surface of the Moon.
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Do as you will.
The last hope to save humanity must leave two crewmembers behind.
After a difficult discussion and a round of heartfelt goodbyes, Kellogg and Lumumba climbed into the recreation module.
The module was jettisoned from the ship a few minutes later.
Hope for the survival of mankind remained as the ship continued onward.
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A fallen angel shudders with fear.
Overlooked.
Undercooked.
Each barricade improved their chances of survival, and many found solace in every corridor, staircase, window, and vent that was blocked. Continue reading ““Barricades ‘R’ Us””
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