A Small Glitch

Hour 0:29 Saying Goodbye

The roaring continued to get louder with each new Flesh Monster added to the massive horde that already existed, Arsen kept his rifle aimed at the door. The face of one the monsters was in the hole in the middle of the door, a single tentacle squirmed from out of what I could guess is a nose from where on the face it was, but there was no way to know for sure.

Looking around the room I saw a vent in the bottom of the wall, kneeling down to reach the vent, I grabbed the one handle and slid the vent seal to the right only to be greeted by a body lying in it. It was a girl with blue hair, red blood mixed in her hair, her right arm extended to where the vent used to be.

Grabbing her arm to pull her out, she yanked her arm back, crawling back farther in the vents, a revealing a pool of blood where she used to be. "No!" she yelled in fear and instinct.

"Would you shut it." Arsen 'whispered' very loudly.

Putting my face down to the ground, I saw fear, loss, and regret followed by relief once she realized I wasn't one of those things, her face dried from the tears that had flowed from her brilliantly blue eyes. Holding my hand out, she slowly crawled closer, grabbing my hand, I pulled her out and gently onto her feet.

She kept her left hand over her stomach as blood slowly seeped through it, staining her slim black bodysuit, streams of blood flowing down her legs, eager to form a pool at her feet.

I reached behind me to grab a stasis pack off my belt, only to reach for nothing, it was gone, MY stasis pack was gone.

"Arsen, where's my stasis pack?" I asked, my voice hintingly laced with a worried tone.

"Why are you asking me? It's YOUR stasis pack for when YOU get hurt. Not some random stranger." He recited from the "Suggested" guidelines.

The stranger standing there as blood trickled out from between her fingers and the exposed flesh, her face casting sorrow, and disbelief from being denied medical aid as she limped to the bed. Grabbing the photo off the nightstand, she laid down in the bed, tightly holding the photo close to her chest, she turned over onto her side, the wound now facing the ceiling.

Motioning Arsen to give me HIS stasis pack, he shook his head.

"We came here for survivors! She might know what happened here, but we need her alive." I whispered, trying to not disturb her.

Arsen opened his mouth to counter but knew better than to argue with me, reluctantly opening his pack, he grabbed the Rector strip, more commonly known as "The Card" from being known as a fifty percent chance to live. Not the best option, but the only option.

Taking the strip from his hand, I turned around to see the survivor's hair slowly fading to a grey lifeless color, as all people when they're in their final moments, the grey hair signifying that they're not coming back.

Pulling the metal rod in half a bright green strip of energy appeared, held by the now two rods. Placing a rod on her back I wrapped the strip over her wound, quickly covering her mouth as she tried to yelp from the pain, only a muffled noise emitting from her.

Sitting up, she stared at me as the pain in her eyes was swept away by gratitude, opening her mouth, a soft, kind voice spoke. "Thank you." The only words to leave her mouth as her hair color became a little more vibrant, not by much but still progress nonetheless. A smile forming on her face as she clutched the photo, quickly fading away as she realized the situation she was in.

Opening my left hand, the same three-dimensional map appeared, flashing and glitching before completely switching off. Damn. Must be because UI is offline.