Her hands were cold and blue. She couldn’t understand where the ship had gone and why it had left without her.
Her shoulders hurt from the backpack.
Looking around she dropped the sand-visor down. Scanning the horizon, all that she could make out were the dull orange clouds resting on the rolling landscape.
Five hours later she had reached the hill. With the hand laser she cut some yew branches and jammed them between the silicate rocks, making a rough platform as a makeshift bed. She set the alarm for 6 hours rest and wrapped the foil blanket around her. Eating the protein pack and finishing another 500cl of water, she settled down to sleep. Tomorrow she was sure that she would find them.