An emaciated man in disheveled attire peered out a window at a celestial body as if a self-proclaimed lord of all creation. The planet is blanketed by
dark clouds and apparently devoid of life. A yearning overtakes him of things that a normal man would cherish. Like the birth of a child, love of a
woman, or an exquisite sunset. Stroking his long beard thoughts continued to pummel his mind of the past, present, and future. Hopelessness and
despair pierce his mind like a hot knife. At one time he was adorned with flowers, marching bands, and speeches from important figures, but now the
only adoration being given is dead silence while being engulfed by the blackness of space.
The man walks away from the window and enters a room with another man with the same appearance hogtied and with a gag squirming about. Around the man
is an array of skeletons that were once men. What happened on that dark desolate rock that was once engulfed in clouds, lights, and radiant blue? We
carried out our routine duties, and one day large flashes peppered the surface of the world below. They were different from the flashes we had seen
before which was attributed to storms and lightening. Months had passed with no communication. Everything seemed dead. Miraculously our composure
endured. Given our isolation at this outpost, a leader had to be appointed to regulate day to day activities when all thoughts of a rescue faded and
resources had to be rationed. We were marooned and surrounded by the dark vastness of space and the desolate world below. Why did the others appoint
me as leader?
In another life, I had a high-ranking position in the military. Perhaps that is why I was appointed to the position? We faced shortages of every kind
imaginable. I did my best to distribute our scarce resources as justly as possible. Water had become scarce, food, and even oxygen. Severe rationing
had to be initiated if any chance of survival was even possible. Months had passed beards had grown, and madness began to set in among some of the
best and brightest of society. Scientists, engineers, and even the finest of the military. Tough calls had to be made to restore order and some
inevitably lost their lives. Our crew started with 15 men, but now it is just the man on the ground and I.
Food had run out. Therefore, I had to make difficult decisions. Desperate times deserve desperate measures. I had to decide by age, mental faculty,
and even to the extent of whom consumed the most water and oxygen. To put it bluntly, I had to decide who would live and who would die. Some went
willingly, because the very thought of hopelessness and desolation weighed heavily on them. Some even took their own lives without any assistance.
When assistance was required? The man below me was tasked with carrying out my decision, and he was called the sheriff by members of the crew. He
would carry out the deed when others were uncooperative.
Food was gone, but we ate. However, the group got smaller and smaller. The sheriff and I deliberated on what to do next when any thought of sustenance
faded away like the world below. Before long it was only he and I. A week or so had passed and severe hunger pains set in. I became a light sleeper.
It was either the sheriff or I. Luckily for me, if you want to call it luck? He is in the position I could have been in. Looking down at the man
squirming about like a fish out of water. He thought about the dark desolate world below. It dawned on him, could I be the last one left? All thoughts
of being human was now consumed by hunger. He approached the hogtied man with a knife in his hand. It was once said, “The meek shall inherit the
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