Saved by the Alien Warrior

And you know the funny thing? 

I barely even care.

I'm numb. 

You see, I've already lost everything. 

When you're doing something you love, you never think that it could be the last time. That someone might take your life from you and leave you stranded on a planet where most of the locals are out to get you.

Now I'm lying here, far from home, bleeding out in a trap built for a huge beast that could show up at any second and eat me. 

Which isn't quite how I pictured my death...

But an alien warrior has found me instead. He says he can help me. Unfortunately, on this planet, I've heard that before. And it's never boded well for me. 

He's huge, arrogant, and he's got muscles in all the right places. Even a dying woman can appreciate the view when he takes off his shirt to keep me warm.

I don't know if I even have it in me to save myself at this point, but two women are counting on me to get back to them with help. 

Can I trust the alien warrior to save us? And while he's saving my life, can he make me feel something... anything other than hopelessness?