No heaven. The salvation and beauty beyond was somehow impossible at this point. All I could do was just survive. Live through all of this terror. Fortunately I hadn't any friends on SPRAWL but at the same time, to know that the victims had to watch as their families eviscerated them, decapitated them, and changed them into one of the drones… That damn marker. If only I hadn't survived the Ishimura. If only we hadn't entered the Egis 7 orbit. No, the blame befell that man who so long ago found the marker. Who so long ago created the Unitologist religion and spread the occult across the galaxy. This forced us to find the marker. Screw the mining projects. Screw the planet cracking for all the ore. I just know it was for this abomination. And the irony? That it was inside me. That I was the one to have the marker in my mind for the Earth Government to extract and use as blueprints for a new one. I stopped and slammed my helmet on the door in front of me; the blue glow of the holographic activation switch phasing slightly from the vibration.
I waved my hand in front of the hologram and the door started to slide open. Sparks came from the friction of my helmet grinding against the softer steel of the door. I took a step forward as my balance was taken from me and lifted my weapon in front of me. I was finished with this. I couldn't stand each step I took forward. I was nearly back into the train station's center. I thought I heard fire from a plasma cutter and wrote it off as more insane hallucinations. I just walked forward and killed a leaper; grasping its tail and crushing its head under my boot. As I threw it to the side, and (without looking) shot off its arms, I looked into a gated area leading into the government sector to see a woman. I blinked and shook my head to make sure I really was seeing this. It was a woman, her RIG blinking yellow. Obviously she was slightly injured but that didn't stop me from getting closer.