You roll over, panting for breath. It's been a long time since you were that terrified. But it had you, had you mind and voice. Only the stewardess's sacrifice saved you from being thrown out the airlock. And you still aren't sure what it is,
You'd heard rumors of something like it before, during the early days of the war: a phantom that stole souls, something that crawled inside people and devoured them from the inside out. No one who survived dared speak of it again. Maybe they weren't exaggerating after all. Perhaps it escaped, dwelling under the Midnight sun.
