4 Timor
I awoke from the closet, it seems that the savage humanoid forgot about me.
Carefully stepping out of the closet and walking towards a three way split left, right, and forward seeing a light flickering to the left I think the best option would be to go right.
"a lovely day, joyful, madman they swore at me, speak not can they now? I uncovered the shiny, mine it is, take it away they tried to. Killed them I did. It spoke, to me, told me to make my comrades meet him. O-what a great day it is, to have been commanded from him, what a great day it is."
A truly unruly sight befell me, I saw, a man with a chef's cleave, mining equipment, and a malicious smile. He was bloodied from the life's he drew, his hand held a red glint, not of blood but a shiny glimpse of a nightmare. His back was ripped opened as if his ribs were pulled from his back. It was as if he was an angel of death, with his ribs being his wings. It were to seem as if he flew too close to the sun, because his skin was charred a hardened black.
Holding my own mouth, hiding just around the corner, any noise from me could mean death. I didn't dare move a single muscle.
The angel of death, didn't notice me, if it did, it did not care for an ant such as myself. My life is on a thread. The angel of death continued down the pathway to the right. I held the safety helmet to my head pressing it down, my knees gave way since the terrifying aura of the angel of death.
As I knelt, the lights overhead flickered on and off untill it eventually succumbed to the darkness, as if a metaphor. In the complete darkness, I messed with my vest as I recalled that miners should have a body flashlight for dark tunnels. It took what felt like an hour to locate and turn on the flashlight on my body. As I turned on the light it illuminated up to ten feet in front of me, as if the dark was a consuming fog.
I waited in the darkness for hours before I finally mustered up the strength in my legs to move. Silently I walked through the dark gigantic metal coffin.
-Captain's perspective--
"This my be my final and last words, so let it be known that in my final hour I hoped the people I've damned in this sarcophagus, rest in peace." Conner took off his mining hat to give a silent prayer. Conner continued down his path to an open door with a lit room. Conner entered the room, he saw some remanants of the damned souls. There he also found a gun, "Strict enforcer model 3, there weren't messing around when it came to security, did they?"
'Knowing who the miners that were on the Cleyton. There would certainly be strict guards on board.' Conner knew that prison inmates volunteered to be miners to shorten their sentences, it didn't change the facts there were humans though, he gave another silent prayer for those whom are still surviving. He picked up the bullets and loaded them in the gun, cocking it while smiling. his gravely voices resonating in the small room he was in, "now, the fun begins". Putting on the guards security vest and helmet he left the room. After a brief moment of the lights flickering, all the lights blacked out. Conner retrieved the flashlight he had gotten from the guard. He started down the dark hallway.
