All he could see was red.
The alarms were absolutely deafening as they echoed through the entire station. Vincent yelled out in pain and collapsed to his knees, wrapping his hands around his ears as the blaring noise took over his head.
He was going to die here. This was it. He was going to die.
The thoughts were almost like some sort of mantra, repeating over and over in his head, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die
Then something broke through.
No... he couldn't give himself up just like this. He wasn't going to go without a fight. He wasn't going to just let himself give up so easily, why would he?
It took the astronaut a while to steady his breathing as the alarms continued, their noise almost like the sound of the souls of those who had already been killed all screaming in agony.
Goddamnit, come on Vince, come on.
To think this was what finally broke him. Ten years of being a marine and everything just finally collapsed in on him, but he couldn't... he couldn't give up. He wasn't going to let those people have died in vain.
Vincent slowly stood up, his breathing still slightly shaky and body a bit numb but he wasn't going to give in, he wasn't.
The American trudged through the station, eyes fixed on the corridors ahead of him. He needed to get help, he needed to get to the comms, he needed-
He needed Liev.
Liev.
As soon as the Russian's name crossed his mind, Vincent stopped in his tracks, his hand still up against the wall next to him as he attempted to steady himself.
Fuck. They had gotten split up when the emergency doors closed right in their faces. It was then from there the alarms began and everything went to complete hell.
Eyes frantically scanning the intersection of corridors in front of him, Vincent moved forward, turning left and towards the galley.
The lights were flickering, just barely able to keep on. Vincent squinted his eyes as each flash of light from the overly bright LEDs would slightly stun him with each flicker.
The astronaut continued to push on in the direction of where the two had last been separated and almost as if on cue the American found himself getting stopped in his tracks by the sound of something banging around caught his attention. The banging would soon be followed by a louder crash and before he knew it, Vincent was already running towards the source of the commotion.
"LIEV!"
Vincent ran as fast as much as he could, stumbling over some loose wires and equipment on the ground.
He soon found himself within the hall of the Russian sleeping quarters.
"LIEV!" The astronaut yelled out once more, the crashing and banging having stopped.
There was no hesitation as Vincent approached the cosmonaut's quarters. He listened as the hydraulics of the door hissed. The metal door slowly slid open, the speed in which it opened clearly affected by the sabotage of their electrical equipment.
The small room was dark, the only light from the thin small rectangle next to the bed which gave a view of the Earth. A small yellow light lamp flickered on the desk.
"Vincent?"
In the dark corner of the room came the familiar accented voice of Liev.
Vincent quickly turned towards the cosmonaut and found himself overcome by shock at the sight of the man. Covered in blood and bruises, it looked as if Liev had been recently attacked. The man he knew as being completely untouchable was now reduced to nothing, but a wounded mess curled into a ball on the floor.
