Quick Authors Note
I would like for a review or two, some constructive criticism would be nice.
Also, I realize that I do not write the happiest stories out there but i feel like Halo has an undertone of despair and agony that is an untouched topic, so that is where I am going to dabble in, and I also realize that my stories have a basic central theme and that is my intention. Please someone leave me a review!
Despair
She was alone, in an escape pod jettisoned 86 hours ago from the UNSC Long Way Gone. The Long Way Gone was a small prowler on a mission that only the UNSC High Command knew about and the ship was not expected for another two months. Their small, 12 person crew was
on a mission to the planet Arcadia to look for survivors. She was the sole survivor of the crew.
Despair
Their ship had a slipspace drive malfunction and came out of slipspace weeks ahead of their original time. They came out right in front of a Covenant CSS battlecruiser who immediately launched a plasma torpedo. The woman quickly jumped into an escape pod and jumped ship, like a rat leaving a sinking ship. She felt disgusted with herself.
Despair
By 36 hours she had eaten all of her vacuum sealed food. 56 hours into her odyssey all of the water was gone. Now, in hour 87 her orange technicians jumpsuit was dirty and smelly, her eyes puffy from crying and her hands cut and bloody. From hours 40 to 50 she had curled up into a ball crying with her nails digging into her palms, rocking back and forth. She knew there was no
hope for rescue.
Despair
From hour 60 to 65 she had cried while holding a picture of her daughter. Wishing she could be there, but in this day and age, wishes were nothing more than the fuel of a despairing tank of hopelessness. From hour 68 to 70 she had the barrel of her M6D in her mouth, locked and loaded.
Despair
She was thirsty, hungry, exhausted. Eyes bloodshot, fever burning, throat swollen. There was nothing she could do. At hour 74 she swallowed every single pill in the tiny med kit, hoping to overdose, but all she did was pass out till hour 80. She did not want to live any longer.
Despair
At hour 82 a flash occurred portside and a Covenant frigate emerged from slipspace and drifted listlessly in the dark backdrop of deep space. She knew the ships sensors would eventually detect her, it was only a matter of time.
Despair
Hour 85. A pair of seraphs were enroute to her pod, the end was near.
Despair
Hour 86. She stood up, head against the lone viewport, stars filled the sky. The seraphs got
closer.
Despair
She cried, but no tears came. She was lost, lost in space, truly a long way gone.
Despair
Hour 88, she pulled the trigger, The heavy 50 caliber round smashed through her mouth, tumbled through her brain and blew out the back of her head. Blood stained the lone viewport, and dripped down, leaving the window a myriad of red, black and glittering white.
Despair