Can You Survive? | *in progress*

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You all head to weapons.

You and Cyan need to blast some asteroids, and Red downloads.

The asteroids task is fun. Forgetting the fact that if you don't shoot the asteroids, they could hit The Skeld and it could get damaged and you could die. Instead you and Cyan act like it's a video game.

It's a 2 player game.

That thought makes you realise that you all need each other in The Skeld. Well, imposters aside. All the crewmates need each other. That sounds better. The crewmates are relying on each other. If you all get your tasks done, you can get home quickly, and if you all think logically and work together then you can eject the stupid alien imposters.

Red lights flashing, a blaring alarm and Cyan falling off the chair in shock distract you from your thoughts.

"Something's gone wrong in O2!" Red screams

"I bet the imposter did it!" Cyan squeals in fear.

"We need to fix it quickly!" You declare, and lead the others to O2.

Black, Green and Blue are in there already, typing in the code.

"Go to admin!!" Blue firmly orders, and you head out of O2 to get to admin. The doors close behind you. You're on your own.

You race up through weapons to take the shortest route to admin, but the doors to cafeteria close in front of you. Damn it.
You go the long way around.

Your lungs are burning, your legs are aching and your heart is pounding in your chest by the time you get to admin. Sighing in relief, you punch in the code with just a second to spare.

"I've got so say, I'm impressed" Yellow says, sitting casually on the table in admin. He definitely wasn't there before.

"Just a shame I've still got to kill you" Yellow shrugs, pulling out a sharp-looking knife. Yellow advances, trapping you in the corner before pulling your tablet out of your hands and throwing it across the room. It smashes into the wall and cracks.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath as you prepare for the blade to be plunged into your chest. Blood spurts from your wound, splattering all over the walls and floor, staining your white spacesuit a dark shade of crimson.

- You are dead -