Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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BRYCE WALTON "Nothing around those other suns but ashes and dried blood," old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men. "Only one way to go, where we can float down through the out and out forever in all directions. Russell didn't think they could remain sane in all this blackness much longer. Bitterly he thought of how they would die—not knowing within maybe thousands of light years where they were, or where they were going. After the wreck, the four of them had floated a while, floated and drifted together, four men in bulbous pressure suits like small individual rockets, held together by an awful pressing need for each other and by the "gravity-rope" beam. Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of Four men, thought Russell, held together by an invisible string of taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third, knew too, but were afraid to admit it. But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old A lot of time had rushed past into darkness. Russell had no idea now long an interim that had been. Nobody knew what happened to a man who consciousness, the ship was pretty banged up, and the meteor-repeller shields cracked. A meteor ripped the ship down the center like an old How long ago that had been, Russell didn't know. All Russell knew was Russell wanted to laugh, but the last time he'd given way to this repeat. Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred of the old man. Sometimes he thought about the ship, lost back there in the void, and he wondered if wrecked space ships were ever found. Compared with the universe in which one of them drifted, a wrecked ship was a lot smaller than a grain of sand on a nice warm beach back And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating When the four of them had escaped from that prison colony on a sizzling hot asteroid rock in the Ronlwhyn system, that wasn't enough them had been trying to find all their lives in the big cold grabbag We all look alike out here in these big rocket pressure suits, Russell now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar. rum-dum. Russell had known now for some time that they were going in the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell Russell said. Alvar and Johnson would see that he was cracked. "Paradise is it," Russell whispered hoarsely. Russell said tightly. "It'll take us a long time won't it? If it's got Russell said. Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face. Russell was very sick of the old man's voice. He was at least glad he I'd break away, go it alone to the right sun, Russell thought—but I'd Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way Russell said. four of them hurtled along. "You never know where you'll find people on a world somewhere nobody's ever named or knows about. Places where a lost ship's landed and never got up again, or wrecked itself so far off the lanes they'll never be found except by accident for millions of years. That's what this world is, boys. Must have been a ship load Russell suddenly shouted. "Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?" Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. "Six "The hell with the old days," screamed Russell. way. An' pretty soon something breaks, or the food runs out, and you're a million million miles from someplace you don't care about any more because you're dead. All frozen up in space ... preserved like a piece of meat in a cold storage locker. And then maybe in a million years or so some lousy insect man from Jupiter comes along and finds After that they traveled on for what seemed months to Russell, but it rims. He yelled this fact out to the others. And Alvar said. "Russ's Russell half choked on his words. "You old goat! With those old eyes ashes, and not able to go any further—" Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man. Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have self-sealing. Nothing appeared to have changed. The four of them hurtling on together, but inside that first suit up there on the front of the gravity rope, Dunbar was dead. He was dead and his mouth was shut for good. Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and "Russ—you shouldn't have done that," Johnson whispered. "You shouldn't have done that to the old man!" "I did it for the three of us," Russell said. "It was either him or us. Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ... that you really believed all that stuff he was spouting all the time!" "Maybe he was lying, maybe not," Johnson said. "Now he's dead anyway." "Maybe he was wrong, crazy, full of lies," Alvar said. "But now he's "How could he see any difference in those four stars?" Russell said, louder. "He thought he was right," Alvar said. "He wanted to take us to paradise. He was happy, nothing could stop the old man—but he's dead ," said Alvar. It was quiet. How could it be so quiet, Russell it's forgotten, Russ. It's swallowed up in the darkness all around. Russell said, "I've had a hunch all along that maybe the old man was because he was alone. He'd have broken away, gone his own direction, long ago but for that fear. "We got to stay together," said Russell. "Nobody could spend a year "No ... God no...." Russell whispered over and over. "None of us can ever make it alone...." Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and Now Russell wasn't saying anything. Someday he'll get to that red-rimmed star of his. Out here in space, once you're going, you never stop ... and I guess there isn't any other body to pull him off his course. And what will time matter to Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now "All right," Johnson said. "Good-bye." Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights. Fading, he could hear their voices. "Each to his own star," Johnson Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear of miles away, and going further all the time. Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he closed his eyes. "Maybe," he thought, "I shouldn't have killed the old waited for him, stretching away to the red-rimmed sun. Even if he were right—he was sure now he'd never make it alone. The body inside the pressure suit drifted into a low-level orbit around the second planet from the sun of its choice, and drifted there a long time. A strato-cruiser detected it by chance because of the pressure suit. "An old man," one of them mused. "A very old man. From one of the lost sectors. I wonder how and why he came so very far from his home?" "Wrecked a ship out there, probably," one of the others said. "But he managed to get this far. It looks as though a small meteor fragment pierced his body. Here. You see?" he is ... wherever he came from, he died bravely and he knew the way, though he never reached this haven of the lost alive." "Nor is it irony that he reached here dead," said the Lake Chieftain.

<question>:
What most likely happened to Russell after the story ended?

<options>:
A His body would be preserved in a museum
B He found somewhere to settle and managed to live out the rest of his life
C He would die once he tried to land on the planet
D He likely died floating in space

<answer>:

D