A cabin sits quietly between the mountains, facing the sun rise. The cold wind blows past the cabin, shaking the old foundation, but never threatening to break it down. It's not snowing, but the ground outside says it did. The golden rays of the sun, they're breaking through the clouds.
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It's 5:51am.
I couldn't sleep.
Any moment now, the rest of the crew will wake up.
I can't remember the last time I saw the sun come up. There was no time to look at time. Time is... I don't even know what day it is. All the fighting. Right now, all I know is I've got to stay alive 'til I reach the Ark.
It only seems like a couple of hours ago, it happened to quick.
our plane got shot down, and I wasn't sure we were going to survive on the way down.
My thoughts, they're scattered, there are many things going on, and it's funny, just a bit. Being conscious that there is so much. I want to laugh. It's so inappropriate.
"You know, I didn't notice before, but your eyes, they look almost completely white when you're facing the sunlight."
I looked slightly to my left. Valencia was awake, looking at me.
"I thought you were weird when I first heard of you, but golden eyes? You definitely got me."
She walked up towards me, I'll just look away.
"What's wrong? It's a beautiful morning. Aren't you going to say good morning at least Bruce?" she asked.
"We've got a lot of work to do today and we're going to need to focus. You should consider placing a higher priority on the work load instead."
"Whoa now chief" Valencia said sarcastically, "I was just complimenting you on your eyes, hehe."
"Thanks."
Bruce walks away from the window, and back into his room.
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