Wakut

Hello my name is Wakut and this is my survival story. This ordeal all started on a long day of March 2032. The weekly crew just took off on a spaceship going back to Earth. But instead the fuel ignited and the ship blew up. There I was, accidentally sleeping in when I heard a “Boom”This sent chills down my spine. The only other person on the station was Jason. As two 10-year-olds how were we going to operate the newest space base built, I thought to myself. Mars is a very desolate space, but I never thought that the space base would be too. Besides being lonely, Jason and I had to operate lot’s of systems that usually 20 trained crew members would do. Although we had long and busy days we managed, even though a lot of mandatory systems were disabled such as the air supply so Jason and I had to wear space suits.

After many days of hard work, Jason and I had gotten air in the main command center (Which was now the area in which we lived). But this all changed one morning when I was looking for Jason.

And after countless attempts I found him floating in space. I was sad, and couldn’t believe what happened. Besides the loss I still had to do maintenance on the spacebase to get it fully operational, but just as I was thinking this, the gas lines that surrounded the base had ignited. Luckily I was next to the spacesuits so I put a suit on, and when the loss of air occured I was prepared. Now there were even bigger problems such as all of the food supply dying, no more air, and the space station was gone. But I had to manage and I did for a few weeks. Just then I found the early 21st century space station. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but at the same time I was suspicious. Once I arrived at the inferior space station I was lucky enough to learn about the stations history. And as strange as it is, this station was never used or populated, but at the same time seemed to take up a lot of resources to build.

It has been 3 months since I had last gone outside. I have used most of my resources but in a moment of desperation, but I found a way to send a sos to Earth. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months before I got a response, but then I did. I was surprised to hear what they said. The main thing in the message was that it would be 1 year until rescue ships could arrive.

4 more months have passed and I have given up all hope of being saved. Very few messages have come from the space rescue organization, the space station is falling apart, and I have lost all resources. Most of the things a human needs to survive are now gone. The space rescue organization has not given me any information on how to survive, but only information on when the rescue ship would be coming. But in my darkest moment of doubt the rescue ship arrived. Although everything seemed to be going as planned the new missile defense system on the base shot down the rescue ship. I was now worse off then I was before. And this would be how I ended, on a space base, in mars.