Sunrise over the tango factory: I'd like to start this A/N by firstly apologising for chapter 1. It was written late at night after I'd eaten pizza, drank lots of coke and got hyped up on Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy...I understand this can't be used as an excuse, but I promise to try and make the rest of the story better, with fewer spelling mistakes:D
Thanks
The air lock door swung open with a loud, creak that echoed down the dark corridor.
The Dwarfers stepped cautiously out of the air lock, taking in their surroundings, wondering who'd be the first to suggest a quick scarper back to the safety of Red Dwarf.
Kryten tilted his ear towards the ceiling and listened. "Engines must be dead," he said in a low whisper. "The whole ship is running on emergency back up power"
The dim lights overheard flickered once or twice, casting eerie shadows across the walls and floor. Kryten gave a supportive smile before bravely setting off down the corridor, forcing the others to follow.
For a few minutes they walked in total silence, the light of Kryten's chest piece bouncing about in front of them.
At the back of the group, Lister suddenly got the feeling he was being followed. He froze as he heard what sounded like footsteps, "did you guys hear that?" he asked nervously.
"Hear what sir?" asked Kryten, turning round so quickly Cat crashed into him.
Lister frowned in concentration as he strained to hear the noise again, but the only thing that could be heard was silence. "Nothin'" he dismissed.
So they carried on walking.
After a few dozen steps, Lister got the feeling again, but this time he opted to keep his mouth shut.
He walked slightly quicker, apprehensive about being left alone. Just when he thought this situation couldn't get any creepier he heard hushed voices and the fall of footsteps on the dusty floor.
"I definitely heard something that time" he found himself yelling, racing towards Kryten.
"Are you sure, sir?" asked Kryten "We didn't hear anything…"
Lister at this point was really terrified, "I swear Krytes, there's something back there," he pointed down the corridor,
"Leave him Kryten" snapped Rimmer "He's been watching too many of those crappy horror movies…letting his imagination run away with him"
"But there's something down there" Lister hissed "look" he grabbed Kryten's shoulders and turned him so his chest light shone back down the corridor.
"Wow" said Rimmer sarcastically "a big whole lot of nothingness…quick everyone, run before it gets us"
Lister's mouth flapped open and closed for a few seconds as he tried to make sense of it all "But…but, summat was following me…I heard footsteps!"
Rimmer rolled his eyes dramatically, "did you ever think that they might be your footsteps echoing off the walls?"
Lister looked down to his feet and shifted about, "obviously not" snarled Rimmer, he nodded at Kryten to carry on ahead "Now Lister, could you please put your overactive imagination to rest and keep quiet, so that the rest of us my panic in peace without having to be subjected to your incessant, moronic ramblings!"
Lister scowled at Rimmer but said nothing.
Maybe Rimmer was right about his imagination getting the better of him…he wasn't usually this jumpy, and he had been watching a lot of horror movies lately…maybe it was because how creepy looking the derelict was. The perfect setting for a horror movie…dark…quiet…full of places someone or something could hide.
They then came to a junction, 3 corridors lay in front of them, whilst Kryten contemplated which way to go, Lister gazed about the walls, his eyes came to rest on the corridor to his left.
Several pairs of eyes stared back at him unblinkingly; he turned away before a cold sense of realisation took over him.
He looked back towards them before screaming, making the others jump as they turned to see what was the matter, they spotted what Lister was screaming at.
A group of about 10 or 12 people, their faces grey in the murky light of the ship. For a second or two neither party moved.
They stared at each other, the only noise that could be heard was Rimmer's whimpering.
Tired with waiting, the people let out a war cry and produced knives and guns from behind their backs
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUN!" screamed Rimmer already half way down the corridor..
Cat, Kryten and Lister quickly followed, the tribe of people in hot pursuit, still chanting their war cry. The Dwarfers scrambled through the maze of corridors, turning left right but it was hopeless each corridor was exactly the same as the last, and it truly felt as if they were going round in circles and the chances of finding the air lock were miniscule.
As Lister turned to check on his chasers, he lost his footing and tumbled spectacularly to the ground. He winced as his clambered to his feet before racing off to a corridor on his right, he limped as fast as he could and when sure he was no longer being followed, collapsed against the wall.
It was then he realised he wasn't with the others, "smeg" he muttered, he must have lost them. He looked up and down the corridor in the hope they'd be there…obviously they weren't. They could be the other side of the ship…they could be anywhere!
When Lister felt he'd recovered enough, he set off down the corridor, whistling to try and mask the death like silence that hung in the corridor.
He then heard the sound of footsteps again; he froze for a second or two before continuing. The footsteps got quicker…someone had found him…and was following him!
He counted to 3 before breaking into a run, his pursuer raced after him but his head start gave him an advantage.
It looked as if Lister was winning, he'd never ran this fast in his entire life, adrenaline pumped through his veins giving him that little extra speed. He saw a service lift just ahead…if he could get into that, he'd be safe.
The footsteps suddenly died, and Lister jumped to assumption his chaser had given up.
No such look.
He heard the 'ppt' of a dart being fired from a gun, and before he could react he felt a sharp sting in his calf, he cried out in pain yet still hobbled along, struggling with each passing step as a warm, tingling sleepiness crept up his leg.
When he realised he couldn't run any more, Lister turned round to fight, but before he could lay eyes on his attacker, he was knocked the floor where, because of a mixture of tranquillisers and minor head injury, promptly blacked out…