Apollo

Written along the side, you make out the words --RC APOL--, you know the only thing it could be is a piece of The Apollo.

"No," you stammer out, stepping backward.

You sit down onto the ground, you always had secretly hoped to find more humans, to get more people for the colony, however, the more you look, the more you found them all dead or missing.

"Maybe there are still people alive The Aurora or The Asteria." You try to rationalize.

"Or maybe even in orbit trapped within The Apollo, in orbit." However, deep down, you know that it is even more unlikely.

You think about what this means, how you four might genuinely be the last for humans in the universe, you begin to feel incredibly alone. You are the only guy, at first, it seemed like a blessing, no competition right. However, now you begin to feel the weight of that pressure on your shoulders, you need to save the human race.

You begin to compose yourself, collecting yourself off of the ground, and wiping the dirt off of your pants.

"If there are any survivors aboard the other ships," you vow, "I will save them."

You move back out of the crater, now with a new resolve, tempered by your discovery, up until now you had thought deep down you just needed to survive until the others finally made it, now you realize that they might never come; it is genuinely, all up to you.