Stuck on a ship with 12 crewmates in total. Each one is different in a unique way. The next 7 months of their lives will be spent catering to the ships' every need and traveling across the endless abyss of space. Except, of course, nothing can be that simple. Chaos strikes. A corpse. A literal corpse is found. Even worse, their test subject escaped containment. Worst. Luck. Ever. (Will contain gore and SHIPS! Suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome. This story is also on Wattpad.)