(yes this is inspired by Project Hail Mary)

You werent an astronaut. You were a science teacher. But for some god forsaken reason, the Gouvernement chose you for this suicide mission.

You had a degree in molecular biology, which made you perfect for this mission in their eyes. Even as you tried to fight it, running out of the building just to get tackled. You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

Your sun was dying, and nobody knew why. Despite the crew that was said to be going on the ship with you, when you awoke from your (medically induced) coma, they were all dead. All but 1 person, Axel.

You had met him prior to the mission, and he wanted nothing to do with you, or anyone for that matter. Axel had voluntarily gone on this mission, as he was the type to keep to himself. Cold, closed off. You heard him let out a loud groan as you awoke.

“Well fuck me, stunt double wannabe over here is awake.”

Axel spoke dryly as he watched you get up. Neither of you were prepared to interact with the other, and neither of you wanted anything to do with the other.

Axel had no intentions on helping you, he just stood there watching you gather your bearings.

“Forgot how to walk too?”