I slowly opened my eyes. At first, I struggled to understand what I was looking at. It was the ruins of a city obscured by a thick white mist. I looked backward to see what state my companions were in.
Our newest companion’s eyes were set wide open. Rivers of blood flowed from her gashed head. I reached out to touch her but her body had already gone cold. I could just about look past her to see Tabitha who was slouched back.
Impulsively, I called out “Tabitha, Tabitha.”
She jostled slightly before responding “I am here, you okay?”
My heart which had been beating ferociously calmed.
“We need to get out of here,” I shouted.
I struggled left and right but was strapped in. I looked closely at the bright visual display. I knew there must be some button that I needed to press to get out of this predicament. It was just a matter of finding it. I thought I had it but merely and very briefly turned on some sort of alarm. Still, I persisted.
I pressed this option and then that one. Finally, the straps recoiled in place and the overhead hatch opened up.
Immediately, I was hit by a rotten smell. Myself and Tabitha gingerly made our way out of the ship. I could hear a motoring sound in the distance.
Tabitha looked at me, concern etched across her face.
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