Castaway

There were five alerts competing for his attention. Loudly. The most urgent of which indicated his bio-monitor was no longer functioning. Which probably had something to do with the large crack in his visor that should have killed him instantly, but against all odds he was still breathing.

Taking in his surroundings he was struck with how unfamiliar it all was. The reddish tinge to the dirt, the moisture in the air, and the two suns on the horizon. He didn’t like the conclusion but he came to it anyway.

He was no longer on the moon.