A note: Not my favourite thing I've written, I'll be honest.
The safety beep came every 15 seconds, a short sharp ding that indicated only that the channel was still transmitting.
Ellie had been listening for over 14 hours, the beep being the only noise in the small room. She tapped and fiddled and paced. Nothing to do but wait for the beep again.
15 hours passed and the beeping was driving her to distraction, so loud in her ear but she was unable to turn it off even for 10 minutes of peace. Beeps meant transmission and transmission meant possibility.
17 hours since she had switched on the radio, jovially chatting with her co-workers over the radio as they made their way outside. Just 10 minutes passed before her calls for updates were met with a deafening silence, broken only by the beep of confirmation.
She had checked every system, every wire but all she had was the beep to tell her that somewhere out there her co-workers, her friends were still transmitting, their radios had not stopped for even a second.
They hadn’t moved in 9 hours, the last she had seen on the monitor were the dots indicating the four of them moving away from their ship and into a valley they had not yet mapped. Their dots were now as still as death.
At the beginning, she had called out for updates every few minutes, desperate for an answer but after hours of being met with an indifferent beep she had given up. She only listened and hoped.
She rested her head on the desk, a headache spreading out from behind her tired eyes. She thought of closing them for only a second but jerked back up with renewed energy. She could not sleep, not until they were back on the ship. No matter how long she had to wait.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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