A/N: So this is my first Dead Space fic. If you know me from the HP fandom, then this probably isn't for you (unless you play DS).
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. Well, just the plot. BUT CHARACTERS, ELEMENTS, ETC. ARE NOT MINE.
Issac and Carver's eyes widened as the Brother Moons came into view. Two words crossed their minds; "We're fucked."
Suddenly, a giant Ubermorph charges into the cockpit. Before Issac could shoot the being…
Cold. Dark. Dank. Musky.
Issac attempted to open his eyes, but they were frosted. Using his hand, he cleared the frost on his eyelashes. Opening them, he was met with the bitter cold and snow. And more snow… and more snow. Issac checked his RIG and found that his health was… abysmally low. Of course it got to be. Issac looked around in the semi-dark cave and saw the rubble. Issac touched the cave wall; it sure felt real. So what was that? So all of that was just a dream?! WTF?!
Issac shouted, "Carver! Carver! Can you hear me?!"
Issac's voice rebounded around in the cave, but Issac heard no response. Issac shouted louder, "CARVER! HELLO? ANYBODY?"
The sounds of silence was received by Issac's ears. Issac then checked his RIG. Maybe if he could find the signal of Carver's RIG he could find Carver. Beep…beep…beep…beep.
Issac followed to the source of where the beeps came the loudest. Finally, he reached a point where it didn't stop beeping. Issac was confused though, he was just met by a pile of rubble. Holy shit… he better not be buried. Issac started hauling off some of the rubble. One piece at a time, Issac finally saw the distinctive purple hue that Carver's RIG glowed. And right now, it was halfway. That meant he was still alive! But Issac was going to need to dig the poor guy out before he dies eventually.
Finally, after a good hour of maneuvering rubble, Issac pulled Carver out of the rubble. Damn… the RIG had taken a beating. Good thing Carver's helmet was still intact; he would have probably died without the helmet. Issac retracted Carver's helmet and found himself looking at Carver… a snoring Carver. WTF? He was buried under heavens knows how much rubble and the guy is sleeping?!
Issac roughly slapped Carver's cheek, who immediately woke up and started pushing Issac away, "AHHH! ISSAC! RUN! UBERMORPH!"
Issac firmly gripped Carver's shoulders, "Carver, can you hear me? Carver!"
Carver looked at Issac a while before scanning his surroundings, "Wait… wait. So we… never escaped Issac? We never got off this fucking frozen ball of ice yet?"
Issac shook his head, "So you had that weird dream where we escaped and saw those freaky moons too? And then that Ubermorph in the cockpit?"
Carver relaxed, "Yeah… it felt so real though Issac. Damn!"
Issac replied, "I know… I know. Now we need to head out and get the hell out of here. FOR REAL."
Carver's lips slightly curled upwards, "I agree Issac. So stealing a ship again?"
Issac grinned, "You read my mind Carver."
Issac and Carver first stopped by an abandoned base camp to scavenge for supplies. After looting various parts, pieces, and ammo (and a helmet for Issac), they headed towards a home base for the Unitologists just like in the dream.
Issac and Carver peered over an impromptu snow wall and found the base was eerily quiet. And the weirder part? All the ships were still docked; not a single ship has left the planet. Not a single ship was even running for the matter; they were all shut down and the whole base seemed devoid of life.
A/N: Yeah I know. Short chapter, but I'm just jolting this down. I'll work on this sometime down the road (after I finish playing DS 1 & 2).