Chapter 105

Chapter One Hundred Five

When Connor finally woke, he was soaked with sweat. The steam release had killed the spider creatures, and it made chopping down their web strands easier, but that was the only good thing that had happened.

He reeked, not just from the sweat of the night but the woods and the gore. No one could shower, not with the water recycling filters clogged again.

At least the reactor was still functional, still lighting the passageways and cabins and running systems. That was something.

Connor staggered down to the galley, which was thankfully empty.

Empty containers littered the counter around the recycler chute: drinks, food wrappers, spoiled food.

Everything was going to be spoiled before too long.

Someone had left a chocolate-flavored synthcaff can near the front of the chiller. Connor took that. It was barely cooler than body temperature. In the climbing heat, that would feel divine.