A New Home

When they left his home, he never thought they’d make it to the new planet. Now that he actually looked at it, he wished that he had been right.

Where his planet was green, this planet was brown, where there were oceans, there is nothing but pits covered with salt. They say that people lived here once but he just couldn’t see how that was possible.

He didn’t know how he had ended up as one of the “lucky” few to be transported to a new planet. He knew why people were leaving in the first place, just not why he was one of them. His planet was dying, there was no easy way to say it. Some sort of machine or another was malfunctioning and everything was going to Hell. The ground was turning red and barren while the air was toxic to anyone who was unlucky enough to breath it.

“Fred! Stop gawking at our new home! We need to get ready to land!” Fred’s best friend, Garry, yelled from down the metal hall. Fred simply rolled his eyes and headed towards the main doors, he didn’t know if it was fate or divine hatred that put Garry on the same ship as him.

It wasn’t much longer before the ship landed on the dust dunes of this new world. The entire crew was silent as they left the relative safety of the ship to traverse the landscape. Almost as soon as Fred stepped off the ship, he kicked a strange metal slab that had strange runes on it.

“Great... so there’s junk and dust here. Can’t imagine anything fancier,” he grumbled to himself as he stepped over the useless slab. The sun was scorching as he kept walking forward. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours as nothing changed before him except the sheer amount of dust.

Finally, his eyes caught sight of one of the strangest sights he’d ever seen. As he looked upon the molten towers of steel he realized they were telling the truth. This planet was all that remained of the famous Earth.