The colony
ships looming above the
rusted cars and wrecked cosmodrome of Old Russia; the craggy mountains of the moon, seemingly piercing the starry infinity above them; the
abandoned cities of Venus, lost amid weird alien flora.
With my back pressed against the cold steel of the
abandoned shipping container, wildly swinging away a
rusted old wrench in a feign attempt to try and keep the mob of bloodthirsty zombies at bay, I realized I should have been listening to him.