The white sun blinds me as I raise my head outside the broken door. It just started rising over the hills on the horizon. Unable to make out anything in that direction, I turn my head eastward.
"Damnable creep!" I exclaim with a whisper as I spot one of those unsettling Observers not fifty meters from my location. He's staring directly at me, if you can call it that. Not like they have eyes, or a face for that matter. I've never seen one of them move, or even feed. I think they feed, they do seem to have some sort of maw about half-way down their blackish red bodies.
They at least breathe, that much I know. I can hear the air moving through its wind pipes - or whatever it's winding through - from here. A stony, echoey sound. As if the air became solid and was falling through the inside of a massive cave system. Oddly enough, I can only perceive the inhaling sound and only when looking at it, never a hint of them exhaling.
As if prompted to proof that I breath like a normal being, I inhale sharply as I notice a shadow blocking the sun. I quickly turn back northward to appraise the change. Three meters between me and the slightly ajar, lip-less maw of another of those blasted red things! Never been so close to one, never wanted to be, and so far none have come this close on their own volition. Shock turns into annoyance.
"What is wrong with you things?" I ask quietly, but audibly. In vain of course. Observers don't seem to communicate in any way. They just stand there, impossibly still. I can see inside this one's mouth, it being so close. There don't seem to be any teeth, but rather some bent gray line on its lower jaw. The line doesn't seem to be solid or appear to be made from any material. More like a light, but without a glow, merely illuminating exactly what it's supposed to.
I reassemble my wits and look for a way to get out of my hideout. With the sun now allowing me to appraise the vehicle, I notice that its outside is barely damaged. It doesn't look like it crashed, rather, as if it got stranded here recently. Contrary to the inside, where it looks like it's lain here for a year. Again, no time for curiosity. Not as acute as death by demon, running out of water will still kill me. And I've got to find some soon.
Quickly judging where best to put my hands to pull myself out of the wreckage, I do exactly that and, after exerting myself more than I'd like to admit, I kneel on the carrier's outside wall. You might think I'd be used to the physicality of survival after months - perhaps a year - out here, but no. The sparse sources of nutrition don't help the fact that I'm more or less permanently agitated.
The constant strain and pressure takes its toll, and so it takes me a minute or two to until I feel well enough to get upright. After straightening my back I turn northward again, trying to spot the other Observer. It's still where it was. Hasn't move an inch. As far as I can tell, anyway
"Remember..." I hear. Do I hear? I'm not sure whether I'm perceiving the word with my mind or my ears. My heart starts pounding; I know that it's coming from the Observer next to me! Never have I heard one of these things speak, much less to me. I turn back towards it and stare at it with widened eyes, wanting to take in as much information as I can. It still looks exactly like it did half a minute ago.
And it repeats: "Remember...". And so I do.