They ran the last five hundred meters or so, until their lungs burned and their sides ached. The truck sat on the side of the runway, out of fuel.
An hour ago the sky had started burning. After that the land started blurring and fading, like a mirage.
The only thing that kept Luty from falling behind was the man practically dragging her by one arm. When she staggered he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her the rest of the way.
The shuttle was just ahead, hatch open. Luty was flung inside. She never saw the man again.