Okay, here is my attempt at flash fiction for the 1st Campaign Challenge. I'm not good with short stories but I gave it a try. :) I got it at 200 words exactly (excluding the title). I'm looking forward to reading the others!
Thirty Seconds to Live
The door swung open while I held my breath and dropped through the tube. I have thirty seconds to get to the bottom, regain my equilibrium and hit the button. Otherwise, I'll be the fifth fatality and there'll be no one to stop Del from completely disengaging the air filtration system.
I run through the scenario three times before I land on Carson, the last kid to attempt entry. He didn't even make it to the door. Stumbling over him I scramble to my feet, still holding my breath and hit the airlock button. The door slides open and as soon as I'm inside I smack the panel to close it, wait a few seconds and then inhale a clean, welcoming breath of air. But I have no time to enjoy it.
I fix my ponytail, pull Bessie from my holster, and slip around a row of machines with blinking lights - the system keeping the air clean so that our colony can survive on Primazero.
"Why you, Ashlin?"
I swing around. "What are you doing?"
"It'll be easier this way. Better than if the Virals get us first."
"We killed them. Except one," I say staring straight at him.