The Martian

By Jeremy Albuquerque

Let’s see… where do I begin?

My name is Mark Watney.

Ares 3. Well, that was my mission.

Six days into what should be the greatest month of my life.

And it turned into a nightmare.

Everyone made it but me.


Here’s my situation.

I’m stranded on Mars.

Everyone thinks I’m dead.

I have no way to communicate with Hermes or Earth.

I’m living in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days.

Well, I didn’t die...

Bleh. I’m going to bed.


Hmm.

Yeah.

I’m here in Rover 2.

I can stay for a day or two.

I have to figure out how to deal with this.

The Hab is now a bomb.


Sigh…

Just once I’d like something to go as planned, ya know?

Mars keeps trying to kill me.


I’m still cowering in the rover, but I’ve had time to think.

Commander Lewis was the last one to use this Rover.

Time to chow down and see what the good commander brought along for music.


Disco. God dammit, Lewis.


On a side note...

I wonder how the Cubs are doing.