Nero Nights
I look around, re-orienting myself.
Right. We’ve crash-landed.
I take his hand and follow him from the sleeping quarters to the Command Deck. The hatch is still open, letting in cool air. Down the ramp, in a circle of rocks, is a crackling fire. On a roughly-carved spear, extending over the fire, is some kind of skinned animal.
“You know how to hunt,” I say, slightly surprised as I follow him down the ramp.
“It’s the only way to survive on Starvis,” he answers as he takes a seat on one of the large rocks and I realize there are two, set up side by side, just the right height to sit on. “No government meals there.”
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