Slim to None

As the twinkling lights behind my eyelids subsided, so too did the blasting sound in my ears. I’d survived the shockwave from the explosion. Too soon to know if I would also survive the radiation, but one problem at a time. For now, I was still breathing, still fighting, still had a chance, even if it was from the slim-to-none variety. Now if I could just get my arms to work, push myself up, get my legs under me and convince them to walk, I might yet make my way up the hill, find a way to open the hatch, locate the egg, and be on my way before the Scimitars returned. I had to. She was counting on me. They were all counting on me even though I had told them what a stupid thing that was to do.