Prologue
Silence.
What the hell?
Shadows twisting and turning in the cast of the fire.
Where the hell am I?
The hiss of steam, the clank and clash of machinery, unnoticed at first, but easily recognized. Just back-drop noise.
Am I dead?
A man slowly gets to his feet.
That escape pod, the ship...
The other remnants of his team slowly got to their feet, shaking off the blast. Moans of pain and fatigue follow.
At least I think im not dead.
The man moved, and a symphony of pain replied.
Nope, not dead. Damn my head hurts. Just gonna close my eyes for a second.
The engineer almost collapsed, had not another hand held him up.
"Keep your bearings, you gonna make it?" the unknown assister asked
"Maybe. What the hell happened?" The man in the engineering RIG replied.
"Cant tell, maybe we hit something, the Valhalla will make it though, shes a tough ship."
"Hit something? Like this place hasn't already gone to hell."
"Maybe, but we can still make it, there is a small re-service vessel on the opposite side of the ship."
"How many are left?"
"Enough."
"um guys? We did a quick head count, were short a man..." another man cut in
"Ah shi-"
A large bang, screaming, followed by gunfire.
I need to pull my head out my ass, and open my eyes.
Mechanical engineer Edward Dymidowski opened his eyes through his slitted helmet and gazed upon the horrors that have befallen the USG Valhalla.
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Ive always wanted to do a fan-fic on Dead Space, and seeing how there was not a lot of after-story on the USG Valhalla, I decided to make my story based there, if there are any mistakes, please point them out, and if I am off on a specific detail or two, please point them out also.
I left it short because its a prologue, its supposed to entice you to read upcoming chapters. The prologue is vague so I can move the plot in whatever direction that I think suits.