Nobody was coming.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She’d accepted that there was no escape, but she wanted to tell their story, so that if anyone came here, they would know not to go into the lava tunnels, not to disturb what was down there.
She wondered if there was anyone else left, now. There had been screams from the infirmary, but they had quietened now. She might be the only person alive on this world.
Not for long, though. The creatures would find her eventually, might be outside the door even now. She typed on, frantically.
For this week’s Carrot Ranch challenge – flying fingers.
Sarah writes poems 