The deafening siren rang out across the destroyed base, echoing in the otherwise silent halls, falling upon only one set of ears.
A young woman struck her fingers desperately at the keys of a quickly failing computer. She let out a sigh of relief when the flickering screen showed the activation of her distress beacon.
They would know now. They would come for her. No matter how long, they would come.
She cringed as pain echoed through her battered body. The bones were resetting themselves but too slowly. Her flesh healed but still not fast enough. The blood was coagulating but nowhere near as well as her power should have been fixing her. She pushed herself from the console and ran as best she could across the base. Her almost useless leg made her hobble and slowed her travels, as did the numberless bodies lying discarded on the floor. She reached the cryo room, panting heavily. She pushed aside the fallen rubble with what little strength she had remaining and grasped desperately onto the first chamber she could. She opened the small sanctuary and, with one final look at her ruined surrounding, climbed in, awaiting her rescuers.
The power lasted only minutes until it shut down. The siren stopped its call. The beacon shut down. But the life support did not. The fail-safe had saved the only survivor of the massacre.
They wouldn't know now. But, they would come for her. No matter how long it took, her rescuers would come for her.
Hey
So I'm back.
This is the beginning to a very long story I've been writing and re-writing for kind of a while.
Dont have a set plan for updates, they'll just happen when they do.
Oh and this wont be like the True Blood one I was doing years ago.
This one has a clear ending and its something I keep coming back to.
So, yeah. Hope you like it.
-George xx