[ WP ] You 're an astronaut on the first mission to the moon since the 1970 's . You begin to dig for samples in the soft sentiment when your shovel hits something soft , yet tough . You brush the dirt away , revealing a dead man in a bloody spacesuit .

Just get some dirt they said, it'll be fine they said. *They* were wrong. I had come to the moon on a mission to carry out a few experiments. It was intended to be an extended mission spanning a few months due to the nature of our experiments. A few days ago I set out to gather some dirt to check against our samples so that we can be sure that no outside agents were introduced to our samples. After some searching, I found a soft patch of dirt that seemed deep enough to shovel into. The idea was to get dirt buried somewhat to get the best results. I dug through a few centimeters in when I sit something that was soft yet tough. I had been doing this for some time as it is next to impossible to get any laborious work done in a spacesuit. I thought that all my work had been for nought until I realized that some of the material that I hit was drastically different than the dirt surrounding me for miles on end. With great difficulty I brush away the dirt from where I had been shovelling and find myself absolutely puzzled. I find at my feet a spacesuit, very similar to the ones we were given for this mission. With even greater difficulty I move the body so that the body would be lying on its back. Never have I been more scared, shocked and confused in my life than when I was staring down at a bloody spacesuit that had had to have been there for quite some time. What made this truly scary was that I staring down at myself.
