Yes, it’s that time again – another 100 Word story. This one does have audio (so do take the time to listen, won’t you?), and was entered in this week’s Weekly Challenge. You can stop by that website to hear (and read) the other entries and to vote for my story. If for some reason the audio player is borked, there’s a direct download of the audio right here.
A cylinder is our artificial sun. Fields of grains feed us and replenish our oxygen. The asteroid’s spin provides gravity. Imagine a multiracial Rockwell painting in space. We’ll make a new world like in the books.
The books left out the undead horde writhing over the planet we left behind. The other ships have already succumbed, signals vanishing after a few transmitted screams.
Our ship is uninfected.
But oh God, am I hungry.