Struggling to Survive

Before the Gamma Colossus struck the Sun God Tree, the many primitive creatures on the Great Plains, tiny as mice, were already in a race for their lives.

"We won't make it..." They were still two kilometers from the Sun God Tree, while the Gamma Colossus had streaked across the sky like a meteor and was about to hit its trunk.

But Temelo screamed, "We will! We will!"

"Don't stop! Don't talk! We can make it!"

Cradling a swaddled baby, she kept urging on the centaur, who was already exhausted.

The group had strung out. The slower aliens had all fallen behind, leaving the centaur far ahead, his speed approaching three hundred meters per second.

Temelo stopped the others from speaking. Talking would slow them down.

She, meanwhile, lay against the centaur's back and could keep talking and cheering them on without slowing him.

"There's a reception plaza at the base of every Sun God Tree. They usually keep dozens of Nano Armor suits there for anyone to take!"

"That armor can keep us alive in a hellish environment!"

Temelo shouted encouragement. Her mind was clear: only by giving everything they had could they possibly survive.

Among the last group of humans the Anunnaki had brought here, she and Ona were the surviving woman and man.

She knew what Ona was thinking. Faced with aliens whose power was beyond imagining, he believed their only hope of salvation was to beg for protection.

She had once thought the same. But after she was brought here and watched former Illuminati leaders eaten one after another, she understood that begging the aliens was pointless. A cat did not care how a mouse cried.

To survive, they needed more than luck. They had to use their surroundings and anticipate what the aliens would do.