Different Similarities

Awaken to death

A painful coldness awoke me, unable to control my shivering, a heavy numbness still set upon my eyes. The still closed bed would not allow me to bring my arms up to rub warmth into me, nor turn and huddle on my side to preserve heat. Pins and needles stuck to my skin while my fingers struggled to even twitch. Was I still drowsy from the cryostasis? I had some leeway in the cramped space but I could not bring myself to move. Either way something wasn't right. Why would they wake up and have no one outside to free me? I could see my breath fogging the glass in front of me as the pod started shifting out of the wall. The soft rumbling of the bed moving was a sensation I remembered last feeling before falling asleep. Now its smooth gliding turned to screeching halts as it stuttered to extend outwards. The once blinding ceiling light seemed to be covered by an ever dripping substance. Puddles of mucus that cling to the ceiling and walls. Eventually my harsh breaths and new awoken struggling helped heat the inside of my pod. My hands had enough space to sneak towards my face.

"These tubes need to go. Why hasn't anyone opened my bed yet?" Luna wondered, her fingers finding the tube in her nostril. "If I pull it now I might choke if it's still running." She settled to glance at her hand, how long had they been asleep for? Her usually short nails were now eerily long yet still weak as she remembered. Already they were peeling and she could feel them bend when she placed the slightest pressure on them. Her long hair which once reached her mid back now trailed down her hips as far as she could tell. Her lower back ache painfully. Reaching behind she found a wet spot by her tail bone. A pressure sore, "need to get out of here. Fuck it's cold."

Knocking and banging brought no response. Nothing she did seemed to get anyone's attention. Kicking and scratching at the latch was futile. At least now with all the movement and panic adrenaline fully awoke her limbs. The remnants of the anesthesia made her want to vomit.

"Fuck it!" Luna gagged around her oxygen tube and turned to her side as much as possible. She could tell she smelled bad even as her breaths were blocked by the plastic snake in her throat, her ears and nose also felt clogged.

"FUCK IT!" with short breaths she attempted to steady herself. She pulled at the tube in her nose first. The one that had been feeding her stomach a nasty tan liquid.

"Nice and easy... steady steady" Luna chanted in her head, her hands trembling as she pulled the long thin tube. She was right, the damn thing was still running. She could feel where the tube ended as it traveled her insides. Soon after she pulled it out she gagged at the taste it left at the back of her throat. Her left side is now covered in the feeding and her own saliva as she starts to gag and drool. The bed hissed its release, wasting no time she pulled the oxygen tube out making sure to angle her head up. It burned on the way out but she had to make sure it was gone before she suffocated in her own bile. Once out the woman tumbled out of the white Cryostasis bed and fell with a hard thump. Her body felt strangely light but the numbness continued to weigh her down like a heavy blanket.

"ARGH!" She cracked out with a raw voice. The catheters inserted for her waste was ripped out at the fall making a further mess of her dirty jumpsuit.

"Red" the metallic floor stained with bloody steaks and dried maroon puddles. Some caking and flaking others had steam rising from the red viscera. Around her the man's pods stood at attention some opened others broke into or broke out of. Against the wall the woman's pods were mostly embedded into the wall still; some seemed to have been pulled out forcefully and thrown across the room. Though that was impossible, right? Most all of them had a red right coming from said pods indicating an error of sorts.

Luna stood and shakily made her way to the pod next to her. A young girl was supposed to reside beside her yet all she found was broken glass greeting her. Copious amounts of blood stained the pod, maroon streaks leading her to the other side of the room. Entails spilled over the floor enforced what Luna feared most: the airship had been attacked. The body of that twelve year old girl lay splayed on the floor. Her small torso was gashed by the glass. Most gruesome of all was her small chest was ripped open leaving her ribs in full display. The silence engulfed the woman, her only companion now seemed to be her rushing heartbeat.