Day 1
I woke to the sound of someone yelling. Snapping alert I saw that the wounded man was at the window, packing his wound with torn bed sheets. He yelped as he padded the area, trying to clean it out. He turned to me, asking me to help him tie the sheets off at his stump. After this we started to talk, it turned out that he was a soldier and had been in the recreation room when the impact happened. He had sprinted out, trying to get a space suit because he was worried about decompression. Something had attacked him and all he felt was his arm go numb and the world black out on him. When he woke up there were others dead around him. He had taken a flashlight and started wandering, this is where he met me.
We scoured the room looking for anything that could be useful. We didn't find anything so we both thought it best to move on. The door opened with a creak, the hallway outside it was devoid of anything. There were bloodstains on the walls when we entered the room, now the walls were clean. When I looked closer at the walls, they seemed as if they had been partially corroded. Patches had long scars of uneven metal. Shrugging, we decided to keep going away from the impact site. We did not talk as we traveled, worrying about whatever attacked him coming back to finish us both.
We came to the main hall. If the inter-section grav transports were working we could get from one end of the ship to the other in an hour. But during a ship wide emergency like this they were automatically disabled to stop boarders from being able to get to the bridge. The hall was used for merchants of all kinds selling things needed by all people on ships like this. Clothing vendors were popular, as were the variety of bars and restaurants, merchants rented out space from the administration and agreed that they knew the risks of trying to sell their wares on a combat ship.
What greeted out eyes here haunts me dreams. In the middle of the hall where there was usually a water fountain and monument to the Hegemon there stood a massive pile of flesh. It looked as if hundreds of people had been piled together and then melted. Small rodent-like creatures scurried around the base. They were about 6 inches high at the head, with a bulge on their backs that stood an extra 6 inches above their head. Their tails were exceptionally long and they moved surprisingly quickly for creatures with such a large bulge in their backs. They seemed to be feeding off the pile, nibbling on the corpses at the outside. I started openmouthed, too horrified to move or even retch.
A tug at my arm caught my attention. The man was pulling on my arm, his face was hard set and he seemed confidant. I followed him, too shocked to do anything else. He led me through side passages trying to find a way around the main hall. Behind us there was a light squeak. I turned to see one of the rats looking at me. As a reflex I brought up my arms to shield myself.
As it was about to hit me I was pushed aside, sprawling to the ground. The man had backhanded the rodent, sending it sailing back through the air. I fumbled in my pockets looking for the hairspray and lighter. The rat had come back by the time I got them out. It started squealing as it ran full on towards him. His hand connected with it, breaking it's back mid-flight. Screaming, heat, pain. I passed out. All I know is that whatever had happened left me mostly intact. I was not able to see when I woke up. My clothes were scorched and most of my hair was gone.
I woke to the sound of someone yelling. Snapping alert I saw that the wounded man was at the window, packing his wound with torn bed sheets. He yelped as he padded the area, trying to clean it out. He turned to me, asking me to help him tie the sheets off at his stump. After this we started to talk, it turned out that he was a soldier and had been in the recreation room when the impact happened. He had sprinted out, trying to get a space suit because he was worried about decompression. Something had attacked him and all he felt was his arm go numb and the world black out on him. When he woke up there were others dead around him. He had taken a flashlight and started wandering, this is where he met me.
We scoured the room looking for anything that could be useful. We didn't find anything so we both thought it best to move on. The door opened with a creak, the hallway outside it was devoid of anything. There were bloodstains on the walls when we entered the room, now the walls were clean. When I looked closer at the walls, they seemed as if they had been partially corroded. Patches had long scars of uneven metal. Shrugging, we decided to keep going away from the impact site. We did not talk as we traveled, worrying about whatever attacked him coming back to finish us both.
We came to the main hall. If the inter-section grav transports were working we could get from one end of the ship to the other in an hour. But during a ship wide emergency like this they were automatically disabled to stop boarders from being able to get to the bridge. The hall was used for merchants of all kinds selling things needed by all people on ships like this. Clothing vendors were popular, as were the variety of bars and restaurants, merchants rented out space from the administration and agreed that they knew the risks of trying to sell their wares on a combat ship.
What greeted out eyes here haunts me dreams. In the middle of the hall where there was usually a water fountain and monument to the Hegemon there stood a massive pile of flesh. It looked as if hundreds of people had been piled together and then melted. Small rodent-like creatures scurried around the base. They were about 6 inches high at the head, with a bulge on their backs that stood an extra 6 inches above their head. Their tails were exceptionally long and they moved surprisingly quickly for creatures with such a large bulge in their backs. They seemed to be feeding off the pile, nibbling on the corpses at the outside. I started openmouthed, too horrified to move or even retch.
A tug at my arm caught my attention. The man was pulling on my arm, his face was hard set and he seemed confidant. I followed him, too shocked to do anything else. He led me through side passages trying to find a way around the main hall. Behind us there was a light squeak. I turned to see one of the rats looking at me. As a reflex I brought up my arms to shield myself.
As it was about to hit me I was pushed aside, sprawling to the ground. The man had backhanded the rodent, sending it sailing back through the air. I fumbled in my pockets looking for the hairspray and lighter. The rat had come back by the time I got them out. It started squealing as it ran full on towards him. His hand connected with it, breaking it's back mid-flight. Screaming, heat, pain. I passed out. All I know is that whatever had happened left me mostly intact. I was not able to see when I woke up. My clothes were scorched and most of my hair was gone.