CHAPTER 2
SURVIVORS
LIFE SHIP 17, SOMEWHERE NEAR BELVON-9
Glenn looks at the explosion in aw. Not even realisng that the ship's out of control until he hits his head on the fuel gauge. Hard. So hard that he almost completely blacks out. He could just barely see the boy and the mother falling with him. The ship is now spining wildely out of control, moving farther and farther away from the wreak of the Norwick.
Amidst the chaos, he could see the legless man crawling towards him. "What the fuck are you doing, get down!" Glenn screached at the man.
"Turn it off!" the legless man replied.
"What?" Glenn replied, on the verge of fainting.
"The fucking gravity, turn it off!"
"Oh shit"
With the rest of his might, pulled himself up on to the dashboard and quickly located the A.G. (Artificial Gravity) next to the cracked fuel gauge. It was behind s thick glass box that needed to be opened. Unfortunately, Glenn just cracked his cranium on a fuel gauge and couldn't think straight, so instead grabed the ion powered crowbar and smashed the glass box to bits.
With a quick and steady pull, everybody slowly rised off the floor of the Life Ship. The legless man floated over and pushed Glenn aside, this time hitting his back against the fire extinguisher. Almost by the book, the legless man performed a recovery manouver that Glenn forgot the name of. He didn't pay attention too much in Advanced Piloting class, he just learned on the job.
"It's what you're supposed to do" the legless man said to Glenn once the ship came to a halt.
"What?" Glenn replied, still confused and disoriented.
"Turn off the Gravity. In that situation, you tell to your crew to hold on to something and turn off the gravity. Gets rid of the inertia" he replied
"Oh… right. I knew that."
"Did any of the information the academy tought you in flight school got through that thick fucking skull of yours?"
"Hey… fuck.. you… buddy…" Glenn was passing out now.
He woke up on one of the cots on the side of the ship with the gravity turned back on again. He could feel and aking pain on the back of his head, he felt with his hands large bandage. He got up and got out of the very small sleeping area to find the boy sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed playing with a handheld video games console and the other man he saw earlier sitting next to him on a laptop. "Hey, your awake" The boy said. "Hey he's awake" he said to the man sitting next to him. "Oh hey. Your head okay?" He said to Glenn. "I'm James"
Now that he could see clearly now, he got a good look at them. James was a tall felow and had square electronic glasses and poofy hair. He wore a plain white shirt and red tie that was mostly covered by a grey vest. The boy wore a yellow t-shirt and blue shorts. And then Glenn looked at himself. His dark grey trench coat and Zoltan jeans were covered in sweat and a little bit of his own blood. "Huh, oh yeah, I'm Glenn. Glenn Arbiter." Glenn replied to James looking confuzzled. "Hey, you're awake, I'm Olvia and that's my son Jonah." Said the mother of the boy, standing into doorway leading to some kind of storge locker. "Hi, I'm nine by the way" little Jonah said. "The guy in front is Nathan, don't disturb him. He went into the storage locker and left with some rations and sealed the door" said James.
"Listen to the nerd Glenn, don't you, or anyone dare to fucking come in here. If you pry, shoot, or blow the door open, I will clonk your head hard with this Crowbar you here me?" Nathan shouted from the little opening in the door. "So, what's the situation?" Glenn asked everybody.
"Well, we are in some deep shit. I checked the engines and the goddamn fuel tank was blown off in the explosion so now were running on reserve and the radio's dead." Replied James.
Ah shit.
AUTHORS NOTES:
Hey, remember when I said I was going to upload the next chapter in Febuary of 2013, and it's now October of 2014? Yeah… why you ask? Procrastination, but now iv'e moved to a new school and HOPEFULLY, ill get another chapter finished by Halloween, I PROMISE.
