Dead Cities and Deader Men (Operative Title) Day 2 of 30

 

Dead Cities and Deader Men (Operative Title)

Day 2 of 30

 

“Stop shaking me, I’m up.”

The form goes on to the next bunk, shakes that one, then on to the rest.

Least I slept this time. Often just nightmares and re-living of the prior stint driving.

Just toss some water on the face, my turn to wash is not for a week more, and grab something to chew on as I pass up to the front. The steady thrum and throb of the engines, wheel spikes pulling us along, mixed with the hurricane force winds coming off the distant coast all makes for a comfortable and numbing background noise.

Undog the hatch, spin the wheel, enter the driver compartment. Next to the weapons pods, safest place on the whole damn vessel. The armor is the second thickest, shields will drop auto if something is approaching at any real rate of speed, along with being self-contained and able to detach from the rest of it all. Sometimes think about pulling the plug on the others. Hit the emergency bolts, hear the seals drop and feel the rest of the train drop off the back end, unable to move without me there.

Think about it sometimes, think about it.

Just cannot remember any of the other names. None of them matter to me. Been out here too long, too long, too long to keep any of it straight. Pop into the secondary chair, will slide over once alone in here. Check the displays, huge hunk of radioactive ice is ahead, rocks all around, still steady crawling over it all.

“Got it, see you in six.”

He gets up, look over, some wild eyes going on there. Might be up here lot longer than I think, if he cracked, means two of us three are down and the only one left is me.

“Go eat, sleep, now.”

He staggers out, barely gets the hatch sealed. I double check. No reason for me to die if he blows some hatch in his madness. Great, might lose another one. Great.