Dark.

I'm still, no.

we have to go. we need to get moving.

the field, I have to get it up.

My eyes feel like they are boiling inside of my skull.

I've been having some weird ass dreams.

Ehh that's not new, every bone in my body going in the wrong direction is annoying.

Just lil snap, crackle and pop with a light bout of hysteria.

now the enemy is gravity, how the fuck should I move about.

at least I can get to the floor, I can see.

Oh, it hadn't been a dream.

I'm in a new dimension. If this was the after life I wouldn't be able to power anything.

Maybe others made it, if my suit survived the blasts so could theres.

the kits, I can find out who's alive.

Okay, Okay, however many I don't have means at least one more person made it.

…

I have them all.

I was the only one before it began.

Oh, none of it had been a dream.

Fuck, that's rough.

“What are those?”

Somebody is speaking, I can't see anything with my eyes.

I'm not sure of details of where concern and voices are coming from.

just places where they stand, something unconcerned in each of their beings.

People who are safe, that's what this is I guess.

“Safety Kits. If you get lost or separated you'll still be okay.

If someone dies, the kits go to the nearest heartbeat.

I thought.

I thought maybe, I wasn't the only one.

I don't know, I guess I just believed for a second.

But it doesn't matter, they got what they needed to have hope.

I'm just the worthless bastard who didn't go down with the ship.”

None of them had anything to say.

But these hugs feel nice.

… 

I think fears have been keeping me conscious this whole time. Being scared for this community that hasn't moved a singular inch anywhere.

Not surprising, being the immortal in the mission means being the witness. Of people being pulled out of hands, vehicles and the dirt.

If we were lucky things would only burn down in seconds.

If not… Well have you ever felt the gooey bits of your chest cavity shatter? Emotional bits count too.

Unlucky days just showed me a few hundred places and things that exist without the courtesies of death.

But it's all real. Okay, and safe.

Everyone I know and love suffered needlessly beyond belief.

I'm all alone here.

I don't think the burning adrenaline of fear; ever took so much out of me as this gaping, empty cavern. 

Running Screams through the bow of my ribs.