“Wake up! If we’re not on that transport and out of Earth’s atmosphere before that hits, we won’t survive the shockwave.”
“Huh?” Confused, I rub my eyes, squinting in the dim light. Following the direction of his finger, my eyes widen at the large object partially eclipsing the sun.
Leaping to my feet, I stumble as the ground shakes from the impact of a smaller meteor. I’ve been dreaming this. How am I here, seventy years in my future? This is no dream.
One thing is certain. If I want to survive, I need to be on that transport…now!