Pandorum

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Have you ever been asleep, but your body is so tired that you can't wake up? Your mind is awake, your screaming to wake up in your head, your eyes are slightly parted so you can kinda see, but you can't move at all? You start to get frighten, your adrenaline is pumping, and your doing everything you can to wake yourself up? Then Finally you wake up with your heart pounding, breathing fast, ridiculously scared, but knew you were asleep the whole time.

That's exactly how she felt when she finally woke up, except that she also found a tube stuck down her throat and up her nose. She finally managed to pull the tube out of her mouth and nose, gagging and dry heaving the whole time until she could take a breath of air. Her chest rising and falling with every breath she managed to look up only to realize she was in some sort of tube. "Wha-" She looked through the glass trying to see someone or get some answers.

The other side looked like a war had went off. Papers were everywhere, trash was on the floor, sparks were flying from somewhere. She pressed herself against the glass to see more clearly through it when she felt herself start to tumble forward. Screaming she had no choice but to let herself fall. The glass smashed and instead of cutting her up like she thought it would it seemed to dissolved and tinkle around her.

"The new shattering glass is working." She stopped and blinked. She knew the glass was going to do that. She knew it wasn't going to cut her and that she wouldn't have a jolt from falling, because she had trained in that. Trained in what? She tried to think, but couldn't remember. "Come on think. Think ..." She stopped. She didn't know her own name. That's when she really started to get scared. She didn't know her own name.

She heard a sound behind her and whirled around. No one was there, but there were lockers with names. She approached them trying to see which name sounded familiar to her. None. She glanced down and saw the name on her coveralls. "Zora Damon." That's right. She was Zora. Memories flashed into her mind. She's 28, weighs 137 lbs, has 34B cup breasts, 5'6 and loves gymnastics. With that thought her body seemed to want to stretch and stretch.

"Okay. I'm Zora, but where's everyone else. Where am I?" Pandorum. The ship is called Pandorum. "Okay on the ship Pandorum. And ..." She paused waiting for more information to come to her. Nothing. "Okay. Well, where's the crew." Zora walked to the open door and stuck her head out to see dimly lit hallways. She was sure this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Hello," she called softly. Feeling silly she raised her voice. "HELLO!" She waited. Nothing. "ANYONE OUT THERE?!"

She felt frozen, like one of those barbie dolls in a box. Her eyes were barely open. She was hardly aware of her own surroundings and she was not fully aware of the other people around her. How could she be when she was trapped in a pod-like container, like a barbie doll.

Crystal could barely hear the sound of screaming from the pod next to hers. She groaned softly and her eyes fluttered fully open. She was trapped! That was the first thing that came to mind. Where was she trapped though? What had happened? Who was she? For a moment, Crystal felt helpless and alone. She could hear herself heaving.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Shit, where am I? Who am I?"

She banged on the door to the pod only to fall out of the shattering glass, gasping for breath as if she had been holding her breath. She was wearing a short red dress with a jean vest. Embroidered on the vest was her name in red letters, Crystal Montegomery.

Yes, she was Crystal Montegomery, 20 years old, with dark brown hair, creamy brown skin, brown eyes, 5'4 weighing 130 lbs with 32c tits and she was sassy as hell.

Finally, Crystal took notice of the girl next to her who looked equally confused. She must have been the one screaming. "E-excuse me, where are we? Do you have any idea of what's going on?"

Zora whirled around to see one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen talking to her. That must had been the noise she had heard earlier. The girl waking up and with all her own yelling she didn't even hear the glass breaking. Zora felt kinda bad for not helping out the girl when she was in need. Than again there was something really wrong here.

"I... I remember we're on the ship Pandorum." Zora scrunched up her brow trying to think. "We were looking for a new world to settle on. Earth ..." Zora stopped. That was a hard subject though she wasn't sure why. "I ... I don't know why ... where everyone else is at?" She looked around and shook her head. "It looked like everyone ...that a war had ... look!"

Zora was frustrated with her own lack of knowledge and answers. She had read the name Crystal on her vest. "Crystal. We need to find the captain or our commanding officer. He'll have the answers." Zora went to the other pods that were in the locker room. Only one of them had someone in it. Zora pounded on it, but it didn't budge and the person stayed asleep. She couldn't quite read the name on there chest, but it didn't matter. If they just woke up they wouldn't know any more then they did. What did matter were the other pods were all empty. Some seeming like they opened like they were supposed to and others were forced open from the inside like Zora and Crystal had done.

"I...I think something went wrong. We need to get to the main deck and get some answers." Zora opened her locker and took out a flashlight. "You coming?"

Pandorum, that name...it sounded...familiar. At least, Crystal thought it sounded familiar. She wasn't sure why though. They'd been searching for a new world, but...what was wrong with the world that they'd been in before. Crystal could only stare at ...at... Crystal's eyes lowered and looked at the name enscribed on her over alls. Zora. Yes, her name was Zora. That at least sounded familiar to her.

At least, Crystal didn't feel so...alone. Crystal jumped back at the loud, 'look' coming from Zora and looked around, not really realizing that it was part of the next sentence until Zora continued with her sentence.

"R-right." Crystal stammered, she wasn't quite sure why she was so scared and had this odd feeling that it wasn't normally in her nature to be so scared and cautious but she sure as hell was now. At this point, Crystal would've followed the boogey monster if it meant she wouldn't be alone. Crystal could not be alone.

"Um, yeah. I'm coming!" She said, quickly following behind Zora.

Zora was glad Crystal was coming with her. For some reason taking this command felt natural to her. Maybe she was the commander? If so than why wasn't she woken up with everyone else? Why didn't they wake up her or Crystal or that guy in there? What happened? So many questions. No answers.

As they walked down the hall Zora realized something. "Why are all the lights off or blinking? It looks like some sort of power surge." Unconsciously Zora moved closer to Crystal and they walked slower, more cautiously. It was something you couldn't help. It was like walking through a haunted house. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and it was quiet. Too quiet.

They came to an intersection. Either go left, right, or straight. The Left hallway was completely dark. Zora's flashlight only went so far. The Right hallway lights were flickering and at first Zora thought she saw someone. When she squinted she realized it was just a door or something. The Hallway they were in light was also flickering but that didn't help them decide which way was the correct way to go.

"You know which way to go?" Zora hoped Crystal at least remembered that, but she had a sinking feeling. Zora just kept turning trying to decide. There were no maps or anything. There looked like there were some sort of map, but it was ripped from the wall and the plastic that was there didn't show anything useful. There was a huge C3 in blue on the hallway. "We at least know we're in C hallway on the 3rd floor. The main deck would be on ... what the 1st floor hallway A, right?" Zora didn't know. She was guessing.

Zora wasn't the only one who noticed how..commanding she was. Crystal noticed it as well. Not only that, it kind of felt natural to have her be the leader. She wasn't sure why though. When Zora scooted closer to Crystal, she nearly jumped back again because...well, she didn't know why. She just did, even though she knew this wasn't like her, she couldn't help but feel scared.

"It is a power surge." Crystal said at the mention of the fact that the ship might've had a power surge. She frowned, why did she know that? Why should she know that? That was wierd, that was really, really wierd. Crystal looked a tad bit shocked by her own words. "I mean, I think it's a power surge." Then she shook her head, "No, no its definitely a power surge."

When they got to the intersection, there was only three different ways to go left, right, or straight. Pursing her lips, Crystal looked thoughtful when she too saw the moving person...or was it door. It seemed only logical to go check it out.

"Right. I think i saw something moving down there. I mean, it could've been my imagination but still...it won't hurt to check it out right?"

Zora noticed that Crystal thought it was a power surge than finally confirmed it. It seemed she was having trouble remembering herself too. "You're probably an egineer or something. One of the brains. I read that if we're in the chamber for too long we'll start to have memory losses, but it should come back." Zora thought for a moment. "I think everyone read the manual of the effects of prolonged sleep before entering the mission. No I'm sure everyone did." But how was she sure? She didn't know. Man, this was weird.

"Okay, let's go right." Zora started down her flashlight moving left and right sweeping the floor. There were some broken beams and other things and she didn't want to trip or have Crystal trip over them either. She was sure she wasn't medic. "It wasn't too far where I thought I saw something too. A person. I think." Zora kept talking. She was sure she wasn't the talkative type, but it was nerves and being scared. Why haven't they come into contact with anyone yet.

Zora stopped and glanced around. "Maybe they went in that room or something?" Zora waited for Crystal. Maybe Crystal had seen where they went. "Or maybe one of us should yell out to them? Perhaps that'll bring them back." The only reason Zora hadn't yelled was because she watced enough horror movies to know that this was a good classic scene. She wanted confirmation that was a good idea before she did it. Also Crystal could have seen where they went.

Dannis Graham

There was knocking, Dennis tried to discern where the sound came from, but it reverberated, so he could not pin point the location. Then the silence continued and Dennis settled back into his seat...wait he wasn't sitting before...he was standing, why was he standing?

"Dennis!"

Dennis' eyes jerked open at the voice screaming his name, he couldn't move...what on earth is going on? Taking a deep breath, Dennis calmed himself and started to take stock of his situation. He was in a tube of sort, no his back was resting against padding not glass, so it's more like...a chamber. He lifted his head slightly and looked at the rest of the cell, there was a red button, surely a release button, further inspection showed no other levers or buttons, so logic states that the button would be an emergency release...Wait why does he know that? Why is he in this chamber in the first place? Dennis had no answers so he pushed the button and with a slight hiss the glass slid away, the first thing that caught his attention was the flickering lights

"I can fix that"

His voice sounded disembodied in the room and he looked around finding more empty chambers, some opened like his and others without their glasses, clearly broken from the inside. Dennis finally looked down at himself, blue coveralls, utility belt and black boots, where the name tag should be is only a ripped piece of material. An image of a tool box came to him and he looked around, he saw the exit and the emergency box next to it. He walked towards the box and opened it, a flash lamp, he picked it up and toggled the switch, the bright beam showed that it was still working. He switched it off and took out the emergency med kit, well he didn't know anything about this, but somebody else may. Looking around he still itched to fix the flickering and dead lights, he headed out of the exit and found the hallway pitch black, he switched on his flash lamp and it immediately illuminated half of the hallway, sweeping it from one side to the other he noticed the C3 etched on the wall

"C3? Corridor Three?"

No that didn't make any sense, none of this makes sense, he knew he shouldn't have woken up by himself, there should be others here, where are they? Why is the lights off? Why is the others acting like the power source is about to falter and die? Where is he?

"Pandorum"

The name just came to his mind and it just somehow seemed right

"What's my name?"

He didn't know that, well not yet, he continued walking down the hallway and came to the juncture in the hallways, he swept the powerful beam of his lamp down each hallway and then his attention is caught by a box

"Ah what do we have here"

Opening the box he found breakers, switches and fuses, without thinking his hand reached out and he flipped a switch, removing a fuse he noticed that it's burnt out

"Must have been a power surge"

Finding the rack with spare fuses, he found the right one and seated it into place, when he flipped the switch the lights came on, some flickering and some dead, but at least the extra light made it easier to see down the hallways, he closed the box and noticed that there is some scuff marks to the right, intrigued he walked down the right hallway

Sergei awoke in darkness, like he always did. As he sat up on the pile of rags and old clothing that served as a mattress, he felt a few snaps and pops in his tired limbs. He was always tired these days, it seemed, but at least he was still alive. The same couldn’t be said of everyone he’d met since waking. He believed there were still at least a few others struggling within the cold metal confines of the ship, though where they might be he couldn’t say. The last time he’d seen anyone had been several waking cycles ago.

Sergei didn’t count days as they were impossible to judge, but his internal clock told him it was still ‘night,’ at least for him. His cold, trembling fingers slid across the cold steel of the service tube in which he slept, searching for the flashlight and hoping it hadn’t rolled away while he was sleep. Finding it, he clutched it tightly, flicking it on and tracing the beam slowly along the inside of the tube. Something had woken him, though he couldn’t be sure what. Straining his ears, he listened for some sign, some idea of what had made the sound.

All he heard was the gentle clink and clank of metal on metal, somewhere else deep within the bowels of the ship. Somewhere a soft, high pitched whine of steam escaping sounded, elsewhere water dripped onto a sheet of metal, most likely from a condenser unit. Then he heard it. The dull thud of something heavy striking the metal grate of the floor… They didn’t make noise like that, they barely made any at all unless it was intentional. This sounded much more like a body falling, or even boots walking… Scanning the area around his ‘bed,’ Sergei gathered up the few small things which had fallen from the pockets of his pants and vest and put them back in place, creeping as quietly as possible from the large service tube into the blinking lights of the hallway. It was impossible to tell where the sound had come from when he was in the tube, but hopefully it would sound again and he’d be able to trace it… Suddenly there was another thump, aft down the corridor and most likely a deck above. He headed out as quickly and quietly as possible, hoping that he would find the source before they did.

An engineer, yes she could have been engineer, she wasn't quite sure what she was, all Crystal knew was that she was positively certain that there had been a power surge. It was quite possible that she was an engineer though. Crystal nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I read the manual." Wait! What manual? Another fact that she wasn't 100 percent certain about. She knew she'd read something and obviously it was a manual, but what manual?! Crystal wanted to scream in anger, but held back. Now was not the time to focus on her rather confused emotions, no first they needed to find that moving person or thing or whatever it was, then the captain and then figure out what the hell was going on.

Crystal had also seen horror movies and yelling normally meant that the big bad killer would come out and kill them. "Um, have you ever seen Scary Movie 1, 2, and 3? We're black, the black people always get killed first." Crystal was of course, quoting Marlon Wayans, " I don't think yelling would be very smart of us, do you?"

Wow, where had that sense of humor come from? It was kind of sassy, it was alot better than the cautious feeling she got every now and then. "If they went in that room and it is indeed a monster, maybe we should find the captain first and then check it out." And then there was that cautious, paranoid girl again.

Zora laughed at Crystal's comments; though quietly. She had indeed seen the movies and actually liked Scary Move 1, 2 was alright, and 3 was ... not that good at all, but the black people dying first she agreed with. "My thoughts exactly. So it's good to know your not a screamer." Zora paused listening to Crystal.

"Monsters. There's no such thing." Zora paused again. "Though serial killers would explain what's going on. Some people can't handle extreme space travel. They get severe cabin fever and even become homicidal." Zora sighed trying to think. "You stay here. I'm going to peek in here. If it's empty than we'll look in that other door and if that's empty," since those were the only two rooms with open doors, "than we'll try to find the captain again. Okay?"

Zora peeked into the first door. It looked empty. She trained her flashlight around and saw that it was sorta like an office. It was empty, but paper was everywhere. It was very messy, but no place you could hide. "Empty." Zora walked across the hall to the other door. She just stood inside the doorway letting her flashlight just sorta bounce around. She didn't expect anyone to be in here and thought that both her and Crystal were letting their imagination get the best of them.

She was about to turn around when the shadow move. Zora placed the beam on it and realized that it was someone hunched over looking at a dead body. "Oh god. Are you okay," Zora asked, but took a step back in horror as the person looked at her. Except it wasn't a person. It was white, like white on a wall, albino white, makeup white, but the eyes were black. There were no pupils it seemed. It opened it's mouth to show fangs dripping with blood and Zora realized he wasn't looking at the body; he was eating it. "SHIT!"

In her fright Zora's light went up into the eyes of the thing making it yell something so defeaning and yet not human. The sound reverbrated and Zora turned and ran. She grabbed Crystal's arm. "MONSTER FUCKIN MONSTER!" That thing wasn't human and they had to get away and fast. She could hear it crash into a wall as it tried to blast out of the room. Zora looked over her shoulder to see it actually running against the wall. The side of the fucking wall. It was gaining on them running on feet and hands like some sort of animal.

"FASTER!" Zora pumped her arms letting go of Crystla's so they could put all they had into it.

Oh, Crystal knew there was no such thing as monsters but they had just woken up with no memory of themselves, basically. What else could the answer be? It was like one of those freaky sci-fi movies, not really like Scary Movie. At least in that movie, the occurences were humorous; even with the monsters.

"Uh huh, thats what they all say before that person gets killed."

When Zora claimed that she was going to see if anything was in there. Crystal's eyes widened, "Are you joking me? You can't go looking for the monster. Jeez, are you hoping for a death wish Zora?"

Luckily, Zora said that the first room was empty then she came to the second room. Just as Zora was about to turn back to her and was still alive, she turned back around.

"W-what is it?" Crystal asked, stepping a little closer to Zora. Obviously, something had caught her attention. At the proclomation of there being a monster, Crystal shrieked in fear and jumped back as Zora grabbed her and dragged her away from the door.

"OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT! I SAID THERE WAS A MONSTER!!!!!"

Crystal ran right next to Zora as let go of her hand. She was going to die. She knew it was a bad idea to look in those rooms. Crystal looked to where Zora was looking and saw the monster against the wall.

We're gonna die! That paranoid voice told her, but she had to quickly shake it off. They were NOT going to die. Crystal didn't remember much about herself but she knew she wasn't a damsel in distress.

"In there!" She said, pointing to the steel doors. Once she reached the doors she entered a code, not knowing how she knew it, she just did. When she opened the door, she pulled Zora inside praying that monster thing couldn't get inside.

Zora wished she had listened to Crystal. What kind of things were on the ship? Had they landed and those aliens had boarded the ship? No, they would have been woken up if the ship had landed. So the aliens had somehow boarded the ship. Is this what she was really thinking about as she was running from the monster that was trying to kill her? Not how to escape, but how did it get here?! Zora would have laughed if she wasn't so fucking scared.

Crystal's words slammed into her mind. "I KNOW I KNOW!" Zora ran into the door that Crystal pointed out. Not run towards the door but ran into; literally ran into it and bounced off it. It was locked. What were they going to do? Crystal knew the code which told Zora that Crystal knew this office or was one of the higher ups who knew codes.

The door opened with a hiss and Zora was pulled inside by Crystal. She heard the door close with a hiss and then a bump. The thing was pounding on the door, but luckily her and Crystal were inside the room. The door locked automatically and Zora was happy at least the little bit of power still powered that. The thing screamed and moaned while banging against the door. Zora was breathing deeply with her hands on her knees. "What the fuck was that?!"

The thing banged into the door again and then again and once more. Zora backed up seeing the door rattle. "It's going to break it down." Zora backed up as it banged into the door again. "Is there another way out?" Zora ran to Crystal and grabbed her shoulders. "IS THERE ANOTHER WAY OUT!"

The thing ran into the door once more. That screeching and the banging was driving her crazy. Especially since the door kept rattling. They were going to die. No, they would find another way out. There had to be other people here. They were going to survive. Find the survivors or the fighters or someone. There had to be a revolution or people trying to fight them right?

But this wasn't a movie. This was real life. There was some sort of thing banging at the door and they were in an office or room or something. Zora looked around for the first time. Maybe she could find a weapon. Something. She rummaged through drawers sending papers and shit onto the floor. She now knew why every room looked like hell. "Come on, Come on."

Daniel Frost - Out of the Frying Pan

There's a state between sleep and wakefulness that is neither dream nor quite conciousness. It's a state of free association, where the mind is open to suggestion if not actually direction. With training and practise, a canny mind can make use of this state in the fashion of meditation, preparing the body, clearing the senses, calming the mind.

Mentally, his inner self takes stock. Daniel Frost. 34. A shade over six foot. Light to medium build, like a runner, or a climber. Good with electronics, particularly computers. Dark hair. Quick smile: makes him look younger. Serious eyes: make him look older. Calm, confident; used to coming first.

It is in this state that Daniel wakes. He is aware of the mask over his nose and mouth, the tube in his throat, but he does not panic for he knew this would be the case. Deftly, he pulls the tubes away from his face, holding himself in check 'til their gasping ends dangle free in front of him.

He then coughs himself out of the upright sleeper pod, the door shattering into nothingness beneath him.

"Damn," he chokes, "never can get quite used to that."

Overhead, the light shudders violently for a few seconds before returning to its previous dim state. He looks up at it quizzically but it's not the light he truly cares about. He sees the arc of the bulkhead above him, anodised girders and dull sheet metals. Dark metals. He'd expected bright steel.

Another cough, quieter than the first, he pulls himself up into a crouch. "Arcadium was brighter than this in simulation." Arcadium, a deep space exploration vessel, would indeed have been brighter, cleaner and altogether in better repair. No expense spared, crewed by the best and brightest. But where are the crew? Where are the people in white jumpsuits, the medical staff there to greet his wakening? And why hasn't the ship's computer logged his revival and hooked him up to the ship's network?

"Cindy?" SNDE: Ship Network Data Environment. The computer. Cindy. It does not reply. "Cindy?" Daniel requests of the room, more urgently. But there is no reply. Nor is there likely to be.

"What the hell is going on here?" Daniel feels his pulse rising but his training is deeply ingrained and he breathes deliberately slow and deep to counter the note of panic. "In... and out... breathe... and relax..." he murmurs in time to the rise and fall of his chest.

"Okay, Dan, something's clearly gone wrong here. Assume worst case," he declares to himself, "and until you see otherwise assume you're the last one on board." He scans the room quickly but sees only a single sealed door in an otherwise barren room. He looks back at his sleeper pod with a critical eye. To one side, a blank panel where lights and dials should be giving him a post-sleep report. Its blackness speaks volumes.

"Power failure, shit," Daniel curses, "And if power has failed then life support can't be far behind. We're probably on reserve cells, or solar if we're lucky. Either way, got to get to the bridge. Need to know what's happening, see if we can coax this baby back into life."

He looks at the door, closed as it is. "First things first, though. Got to get out of this room..."

Dennis Graham

Dennis was busy inspecting a pile of debris when the scream came rushing down the hallway.

"What the hell?"

Without thinking he hefted a piece of metal that has a jagged end where it was most probably tore from it's fittings and ran down the hallway.

"MONSTER FUCKING MONSTER!"

Dennis was puzzled at those words, but he kept running towards where the voices had come from. Something was wrong on this ship and it was wrong in a very bad way. He switched on the lamp and it washed away the darkness, he saw a pale form banging into a door and he knew that it was too big to have made those sounds. The figured turned to him at the last second and Dennis could see an open mouth with dripping fangs and black eyes, the tip of the metal he was holding drove into the creature's ribcage and Dennis' momentum actually lifted him slightly off the ground. The shock ripped Dennis' hold of the metal and he slammed into it with his shoulder. Dennis staggered backwards as the creature clawed at the metal protruding from it's chest and struggled to get back to it's feet. Dennis pointed his lamp directly at the creature and it screamed in pain

"What the fuck?"

Dennis could see that this thing is very powerful and that that piece of metal would not keep it down for long. The thing wanted into the room so it should have wanted to get in there for a reason, he banged on the door and shouted

"Open up!"

Daniel Frost - Breaking Eggs

"Come on you motherfucker!"

Daniel curses the door in a steady torrent as if that would somehow encourage it to open. In hand, a piece of metal, now bent in the middle from his latest attempt to lever the door directly. He throws it to the floor in disgust.

"Right, fine, I'll deal with you another way." Petulantly, he kicks the door, "Yes you, bitch."

Leaning on the metal door frame he scans the room again, takes stock. One sleeper pod, lacking power and a strip of metal from the internal housing. One light fitting, just out of reach. One door, closed and also lacking power. Walls, ceiling, floor, a mixture of anodised girder, sheet metals and rivets. Not much to work with.

"Come on Dan, don't be so thick. This isn't a brute force situation. Think your way out!"

The door needs power to open. There should be a manual release but that must be on the other side. He pauses at that thought.

"Who would make a room without a hydraulic release on both sides?"

He feels the chemistry of panic rising again but holds it down with force of will and depth of training.

"Well, there's power up there." He flicks his gaze up at the light. He chuckles at himself, "This is a mad plan but I don't see any other option."

A few minutes of hard exertion later, he has the padding from the sleeper pod on the floor below the light, stacked, and a few metres of electrical cabling coiled in his belt, also stripped forcefully from the pod. He balances on his makeshift platform to prize the light fitting loose with the bent piece of metal.

"Come on you little shit..." he mutters just as the fitting comes loose. "Gotcha!"

More prizing, more cursing and a cut to the hand later, he has the door panel open too. Sucking the blood off his hand, he spends another minute carefully hooking the loose wires up to the light. Holding the other end of the cable by its shielded outer, he looks at the stripped ends just a few inches away from his hand.

"Here goes nothing..."

He edges the bare wire ends, now live from the light fitting, into the door panel, holding his other arm over his eyes.

There's a flash. A bang. An acrid smell. Smoke. The light goes out. Daniel is shocked to the floor by some feedback spark. His head ringing, hand stinging from the shock, he wonders whether he's done the right thing. Somehow, though, he can still see light, albeit dimly.

The light is from the corridor outside through a man sized gap in the door. He lets his head settle on the metal floor for a moment, catching his breath, recovering from the shock but also revelling in his success.

"Gotcha, bitch," he whispers to himself, then sets about formulating a new plan. A plan that involves getting to the bridge.

BAM! BAM! BAM! The monster kept trying to knock the fucking door open. Maybe trapping yourself inside a room when you couldn't remember a god damn thing wasn't such a good idea after all. Frantically, Crystal looked around for a way out of the room as the door kept pounding. Zora was literally freaking out which didn't help matters much.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Crystal took deep breaths to calm herself. Deep breaths always helped, "Breathe, Zora. We can do this, there has to be a way out of here." She said while Zora frantically searched through random drawers for weapons.

It may have looked like Crystal was doing nothing to help but taking deep calm breathes but in reality she was trying to search the recesses of her mind. There had to be weapons or a secret passage way somewhere...

YES! A secret passage way right beneath the carpet underneath the .....

"FOUND IT!" Crystal said after getting down on all fours and pulling the carpet up. Sure enough, there was a secret passage way that needed a key. Shit, a key. Where in the hell would she find a key?

Her necklace? Yes! Her necklace. Ripping the gold chain she used the necklace key thing to unlock the door. "COME ON ZORA, I FOUND A WAY OUT!" As she pulled the door open.

Daniel Frost - The Other Half of the Battle

Plan: find the bridge. Seems simple, really. They say a plan is half the battle. "They" were talking shit.

Daniel picks his way over the third mangled corpse in this half lit corridor. Unused to blood and the sight of death he struggles to keep his cool. He can't help but feel that the battle actually took place out here. If you could call it a battle. It looked like a massacre. Each corpse, two men and a woman, looked like something had torn them open, maybe even chewed on the remains. He didn't look too closely. Perversely, the dim and unreliable lighting may have saved him some anguish.

The third corpse wore a uniform that would make them out to be some sort of security personnel. Didn't seem to have helped them. Trying not to inspect the horrific rents in the dead man's chest, Daniel pries a heavy torch from the corpse's fingers. The haft and head of the torch are sticky with blood; Daniel absently wipes the gore off on his trouser leg, marring the white flashes on his dark blue jumpsuit. The torch still works but he does not leave it on. He can see enough, so better not to attract attention.

He is about to turn away when he notices the hard red edge of a security card peaking over a rent in the murdered man's uniform. Part of Daniel's rational mind notes that the lack of food or water since he woke is probably the only reason he hasn't vomited yet. Holding himself in check, he distantly watches his hand retrieve the card. It catches on the opened flesh and he squirms reflexively, dragging the card suddenly towards him. The body moves!

Daniel back-pedals quickly, almost dropping the card, raising the heavy torch in defence. The body just slides sideways, head lolling onto the grid metal floor.

"Get a fucking grip," he mutters angrily at himself. "They're not fucking zombies."

He holds his eyes on the corpse for a few moments longer, confirming his assessment. The body stays down, now at its lowest point of potential. He glances left and right, trying to calm himself. On edge, jumpy, he pushes forward. Torch in his injured right hand, he stows the security card in a jumpsuit pocket and stalks onwards through the ship.

Above on the wall, just to his right, blue letters glow dimly with the characters "D3". He scans a dark room whose door is jammed part open. Crates, cylinders, dust sheets, cargo webbing. Storage of some sort. Food perhaps? Or maintenance supplies? Hard to tell. Daniel notes it and moves on, still searching for the bridge.

Then ahead, from a side room, there's a loud clank, the sound of something metallic falling or swinging into a similarly metallic surface. A heavy sound, something with weight. Then a duller thud. He freezes, then reflexively pushes himself to the side of the corridor just behind a structural girder. Enough to keep out of sight, unless whatever makes that noise comes his way.

His body tenses as he prepares to run...

Zora knew this wasn't her. Usually she was calm, cool, collected, These qualities were what made her a great officer. Officer! I'm a fuckin officer on this ship. That thought was quickly overriden by the pounding on the door and she was again freaking the fuck out. They were going to die. Sure, war with weapons, knives, people she had done. But a thing that ran against the wall, had huge eyes, and literally liked to eat what it caught was a bit more than she could handle. She woke up to a nightmare and the door was bending inward towards them.

"Breathe! I can't breathe! We're going to fuckin die." Zora hated that tone in her voice. She stopped and took assessement. She took in deep breaths. "Okay, okay. We can do this." But Zora didn't need too. Crystal was quick and Zora owed her her life. Zora had freaked out and Crystal had stayed calm and found a hatch. Zora felt dumb as hell. In almost every office there was an escape hatch. Every officer and personnel that needed it had a key or code to open the hatch.

"I think I fuckin love you!" Zora watched as Crystal climbed into the hatch. This hatch led straight down, but others could take you through the wall. As Zora was climbing into the hatch she paused as she heard something at the door. She was already more than halfway in. She thought she heard a voice saying to let him in.

"I ..." Zora wasn't sure if he was with the killing people. The thing was ripping him apart, than again the thing wasn't pounding on the door either. Zora wasn't sure whether to speak to him or not, but she had to. "WE CAN'T. THE DOOR IS BENT INWARDS. WE FOUND A WAY OUT. GET AWAY BEFORE YOU DIE. WE'LL MEET..."

Zora slipped and grabbed the hatch closing it on her head. It smacked her hard and she fell the rest of the way down landing hard on her back. Luckily Crystal had moved out of the way or she would have cushioned Zora's fall. Damn that would have been nice. Zora blinked and looked to Crystal before noticing a man. Zora froze and wished she had a weapon. The man moved and Zora flinched backwards before she recognized it was a man.

"You with them?" Zora asked the man before immediately asking Crystal, "He's with them?"

Zora wasn't the only one who hated the tone in her voice. The whole whiny thing didn't work for Zora. For some odd reason, she knew Zora wasn't like this at all. Finally, Zora had decided to calm down. It must've been when the door was bending inward toward them, because if Crystal hadn't had some sense knocked into her five minutes ago, that certainly would've done it.

Suddenly, Zora was yelling back to the voice who had said to let him in. Crystal groaned. "Oh my god, Zora. Don't talk to him! If he's human he might lead the monster to us!"

Crystal side stepped Zora as the door smacked her on the head and dragged her all the way down the hatch. Shaking her head, she turned to walk down the path but froze at the sight of a ...of a....a man! He looked human, but that didn't mean anything! He could be working for them, he could be one of their spies, he could be brain washed or...

Oh my god, Crystal chill! Freaking out isn't gonna help a thing. Crystal mentally lectured herself.

"I dunno." Crystal said, looking at him suspiciously, " Are you with them?"

Daniel Frost - Taking Sides

Them? Daniel's mind races, checking for the trick in the question. Two women, both looking harried, asking him the same question. Just a bare minute ago he was convinced that he was the only soul alive on the ship, but now...

He stalls his flight but keeps his distance. He doesn't know these women. Does he?

Cautious, quiet, he reverses the question, "Them? What them?"

He glances back down the corridor at the mangled corpse a dozen or so metres behind. He points, "You mean like him? Or the thing that did that to him? 'Cause if the latter, I'm clearly not with 'them'. And I've no fucking intention of being like him either!"

He realises his voice is getting a little high strung: nervous tension escaping.

He looks for signs of recognition and sees enough in the women's expressions to get a sense that there was no trick, just the same intense caution he feels.

"So, no, not with them. Mostly just with me." He pauses, then adds, "And you now, I guess."

He edges out from round the girder to make himself more visible. Blood stains his dark blue jumpsuit pants, streaking across the white flashes. Wipes, not splashes, all congealed. He hefts a large torch in his left hand. The right he holds gingerly, a shallow gash by the thumb and signs of scorching from his earlier electrical burns.

He cocks his jaw, looking the women over. He can't help the obvious question, "So what the hell is going on here?"

Zora stays close to Crystal. So far they were a good team. This was a bit much for Zora, but with Crystal they could get through anything. Though she did NOT want to see it again. Whatever the hell it was. That alien. That monster. That thing. Zora took a deep breath and had to gain composure. She was better than this. She just needed a moment; a moment they didn't have.

The man broke into her thoughts and Zora looked behind him to where he had pointed. She could feel her mind racing and wanting to snap again. She was barely hanging on. There weren't dead bodies on the floor they were on. But there were a lot here. They were in the midst of ... what it's hunting ground? All she knew was they weren't safe here. She liked the hatch idea, but if that thing could climb on walls than surely it could follow them in the walls.

"Shut the fuck up," Zora whispered scream to him. She was slightly hunched over in a protective stance. She looked at his clothes noticing the blood. She was a bit nervous about that. She noticed his hand was messed up, but she didn't want to assume. "Wha-The blood. You have blood on you what happened?"

Zora kept looking down the hallways. Either they trust him or they don't, but they had to get out of this area. They were in the middle of the hallway with no weapons, talking, with monsters around them. No this wasn't smart. Zora looked and saw a public bathroom just a few feet away. She started towards it and motioned for the others to follow.

They could talk in the bathroom. The men's bathroom smelt really bad. The female's room smelled a lot better. Zora checked the stalls. Empty. There were no holes in the roof. After Crystal and the guy walked in she locked the door and pulled the girl's bathroom sofa in front of it and sat down. Finally she could feel herself thinking, processing. For now she was safe and ... hungry, thirsty, and .. she blushed. She had to pee.

Daniel Frost - Taking Stock

Daniel waits 'til they reach the bathroom to explain. He just gives an exasperated shrug and ushers them onwards.

Safely locked inside, he leans back against the wall near the door, drawing a deep breath.

"Yeah, look, the blood. It's from the guy I took this torch from." he raises the torch. Exhibit A. "He was already dead but really mangled. All of them are mangled, like in some wild animal attack or something. I have no idea what did this, but it's some freaky shit. But, yeah, look, it's all dried. It wasn't me."

He feels like he's really making very little sense. His expression asks for understanding between the edge of bewilderment. In any case, he keeps his injured hand out of the way, instinctively protective. A careful observer might note the lack of trust that implies, though one could hardly blame him.

"That said, you girls don't look so much better. Do you have any idea what's happening here?" He looks between them, "Either of you?" He already knows the answer is going to be negative but he has to ask.

He hasn't forgotten his plan, though. He quickly follows up, "And while you're at it, do you know how to get to the bridge?"

He walked out of the armory and noticed C4 written on the wall in large blue lettering.

"Too bad it's not the explosive." he mutters to himself.

He looks down the hallway both directions and decides to go left. Need to get to the bridge and find the captain. Keep control of the situation. He goes over his memories from when he first awoke.

He was seated in a chair outside his cryo tube. He wondered why he wasn't inside of it, but his mind was quickly moved to the flickering lights and the bloody corpses around him. He stands quickly, taking stock of the situation. He was in cryo room three, that much he remembered, and he was the Special Ops spook assigned to the Pandorum. He couldn't remember the objective of the mission.

He looked at the pod next to his and saw a man inside of it. Daniel Frost. He presses the button for the manual wake up cycle when he hears a noise behind him. He turns and sees a grotesque, pale creature staring at him with blood dripping from its wide open mouth. The creature moves closer, and he slides into a ready position. The creature knocks aside a steel table, and he realizes that fighting is a bad idea. He retreats out the door and ducks as the creature attacks him. It misses and hits the door, breaking the mechanism and causing it to slam shut. The Lone Wolf sprints down hallways and corridors toward the armory, hoping to find a firearm and get away from the monster.

Which is how he got here. With not a gun, but just this knife to fend off those monsters. He sighs, and continues moving.

Dennis Graham

"WE CAN'T. THE DOOR IS BENT INWARDS. WE FOUND A WAY OUT. GET AWAY BEFORE YOU DIE. WE'LL MEET..."

Meet? Meet where? Turning his attention to the creature whom had started to get his footing, he lifted his foot and brought it crushing down onto the end of the metal. The creatures let out a muffled scream of pain and blood bursted out of it's mouth. Looks like Dennis had hit a lung

"Yeah fucker die"

His voice seemed to aggravate the creature and it renewed it's struggles, Dennis knew he didn't have much time before the creature regained it's footing again. OK so I'm on C3, the best thing to do is to get to the start, that would be...A1. Suddenly Dennis noticed something that he overlooked, hurrying over he grabs a flat piece of metal and returns to where the creature has managed to roll onto it's side. Dennis raised the metal and brought the edged part down onto the creatures skull, the impact shocked him, but it also drove the creature into the ground.

"Fuck you're tough"

With practiced ease Dennis starts swinging the metal against the creature's head, wondering how he got so good at this. After six of this hefty swings the creature shudders and it's body relaxes. Dennis stands back breathing heavily he looks at the creature, it looked like a mutant form of a human, something that has been bred to hunt in the dark. Wait how did he know that? Dennis dropped the piece of metal and picked up his lamp, he shone it down the hallway and saw a door at the far end.

"Well saddle up Tonto, time to ride"

He hoped that he would at least find some kind of weapon along the way, this bloody thing wasn't alone and he would have been toast if he didn't catch it by surprise. Dennis slowly started to make his way down the hallway.