demise. These thoughts, however disappeared instantly when the screen
cleared and all became clear. He could see the land and the sea. He saw
the urban terrain which surrounded his destination. The pod couldn’t
be more accurate as it came closer and closer to the river it was aimed
at. As Derek didn’t know of any free flowing rivers, he braced for
impact, just like anyone else would.
The sound of the crash was to him, muffled and distorted. The pod was
smart. It opened its compartments and out came flotation devices.
Derek knew how to swim. All that time spent of the ships pool. Was it
training just for this? The pod’s screen displayed instructions on how
to safely exit but Derek knew all this since he was taught when he was
six. Slowly, he turned the red latch and the shuttle door swung open. He
exited his carefully built home after taking a few essential items. He
plopped into the water. Instantly, he jerked the second his body felt the
coldness of the water. He was used to the warmth and heat of the ships
pool too much. He knew that this couldn’t deter him. He swam towards
the nearest patch of land he could find.
Gripping on to the mud and dirt with his fingers he crawled his way
onto the land and lay down on his back with his wet ‘essentials pack’
sat beside him. He decided to stand up, walk around and explore. He
flipped himself onto his front feeling extremely weak. He felt heavier
and wobblier. He tried standing. He couldn’t. Looking around, all
Derek saw were trees, bushes and water. He reached for his pack and
took out a snack. Chewing it, he took his time to recover his energy,
stretch and try to stand. To him, right now this seemed like an
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