Come on J.J. Let’s make it happen.
I’m easy to work with as long as I have a big bowl of green M&Ms, unlimited wine, and nobody makes eye contact with me on the set.
Oh, and I want Jason Momoa to play Straykeer.
Got to love those abs…
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I hate the nights the most.
I can keep my mind busy for most of the day but when the moons come out in the sky, there’s nothing to distract me from thoughts of home.
The door of the spaceship hisses closed when I hit the button, locking me safely inside. I’ve been living in this thing for weeks. Although, living is a strong word to use. It’s more like surviving. Existing. Waiting to die.
When I pulled myself out of the river after the crash and the T-Rex chase, I made my way back here expecting Avery and Rolanda to return.
They didn’t.
I didn’t know where else to go so I just stayed here in the crashed spaceship, hoping that my friends would return. The days turned into weeks and my hope of seeing them again slowly went away, decaying a little bit with every day that passed.
They’re never coming back. I know that now.
Either the T-Rex got them, or something else did.
But I know that I’m truly alone on this planet with no hope of returning home.
It’s dark in the small ship but I know it intimately now and walk around with ease. I sigh as I sit in the pilot’s seat and grab a handful of flowers off of the dash. They grow down by the river. When I’m feeling brave or exceptionally hungry, I run down to the raging river, grab as many of the flowers as I can and then run back. They don’t have much taste but it’s the only food that I have.
A few weeks ago, I found a weird fruit that tasted like pure bliss. My mouth waters whenever I think about it, which is several times a day.
I eat the same floral dinner that I’ve been eating for weeks as I watch the stars come out one by one in the dark night sky and dream of having a cigarette. It’s been weeks but I’m still craving them badly.
A dinosaur rumbles across the valley in the far distance and a cold shiver snakes down my spine. The soft light from the moons shines on its sharp spikes as he turns his head looking for his next meal.
I lower my head even though I know I’m safe. The spaceship is secure and sturdy. It seems to be indestructible. Plenty of dinosaurs have tested it while I hid inside, trembling with tears running down my cheeks.
It keeps me warm during the long, sleepless nights as well. It has been my home since I figured out how to open the door with the lever outside and then cleared out the decomposing alien bodies.
The first two nights, I curled up in the corner, my wide terrified eyes never leaving the horrifying bodies of the dead aliens. On the third night, the smell got to be so bad that I had to remove them. I threw up until my eyes watered and my throat burned but I managed to pull them out.
That night was even worse than the first two. I curled up under the dashboard squeezing my eyes tight and covering my ears as the beasts came for the bodies. I spent the entire long night rocking as I hummed to myself, trying to block out the bloodcurdling sounds of tearing, ripping, and fighting over the dead bodies outside of my door.
Everything out here terrifies me. I stay in the ship with the door closed as much as I can but it’s extremely lonely and I’m always still afraid. It’s not just the dinosaurs. It’s everything. The meteors slamming into the ground every few seconds, the mean birds with the devil horns, the chewed up alien bones that are still outside of my door. But mostly, it’s the fear that I’ll be here forever, lost and forgotten. An abandoned outcast stranded on this harsh alien planet.
Sometimes I think that I died in the crash and this is me in hell. I don’t like thinking about that for too long because that would make this my home for all eternity rather than just the rest of my life. And that is too scary to think about.
I eat a handful of the tasteless flowers and save the rest for tomorrow. I’m still hungry but if I keep eating, I’ll have to run down to the riverbank to collect more tomorrow morning and I want to put that off for as long as I can. It’s never fun to leave the safety of the ship.
There’s nothing to do out here. Nothing. The boredom is the real killer. I try to keep my mind busy with little games. I love to clean as well, so sometimes I’ll throw dirt into the spaceship and spend the rest of the day cleaning it up. Anything to get through the long hours.
I stand up and sigh as my shorts sag down over my bony hips. “Last one,” I say to myself as I tighten my belt, bringing it back to the last notch. I have to find something else to eat other than flowers or I’m going to starve.
“Would that be so bad?” I whisper under my breath.