26 — Dark

Found somewhere to rest. The seats are not the comfiest, but it beats a cave any day. Now if only it was dark I could get some rest, but the light shining from the bomb is glaring.

If it wasn’t that it would be the low level beeping, warning me of backup oxygen systems failing. I’m running the risk of passing out soon, the air is getting thin in my suit. Any strenuous activity now is going to be even harder.

I count back from ten.