My life flashed as the shuttle went down. Years of training, decades of travelling and it was all being undone in a moment.
I am an astronaut, part of an exploration team in deep space. Our mission had been going well these past three decades until now.
A solar storm had struck LV139J, generating massive electromagnetic pulses that damaged all electronic equipment on the planet.
I was in the air when the storm struck, and now I had crash landed in the middle of nowhere.
My shuttle was damaged; communications lost and I didn't know my bearings.
Without the aid of our satellites I couldn't tell where I was. For all I knew, I was a continent away from base camp.
A myraid of questions go through my mind: would base camp still function after this?, was our mothership still operational?, was I alone on this planet?.
I salvage some supplies and head out into the wilderness. All is not lost; maybe I can reach my base, maybe I can survive, maybe there is still hope.
This is an entry to the stach story writing contest
Image credit @jacksondavies
