Alone A Story Of Stars

Event Horizon

Fear rang through my body like a bullet flying through a small room, the banging was fading but the sounds of scrapping metal, dim moan of the weird jumble of machines. I sat there not willing to make a move not willing to say a word or make even the slightest peep, because of fear of what lay out there. Of what terrors of machines that may live within these walls, or might even be... I haven't even looked behind me.

Then as if the faintest drop of a penny a lone shell drops to the floor behind me, I look behind me slowly with my hands up. I look to the silhouette of the figure it only takes me a second to realize who that was, Trista.

{(Event Horizon)}

2107 Aboard LightSpeed 3

I stand there speechless, what am I supposed to say? I've been supposedly dead for ages, I thought they were dead for longer. How do I react? What do I do? Suddenly she comes over and hugs me, tightly, I'm probably the first real person she's seen in a while. I just hug her back attempting to ignore the onrawr of machines outside. I just subtly stand there, for her, for myself honestly, I feel a single tear drip to my shoulder.

"He's gone... They got him..." She says in a slow whisper.

"How long...?" I said.

"About a week..." She says back.

We both stand back a bit we pick up our stuff and keep walking, down the long dark corridor. We both shuffle down, no talking, avoiding most noise. We don't have much to say though we both have a lot on our mind.

"...What happened...?" I asked whispering

"...Nothing, and everything, not a single alert no warnings, nothing. Everything just burst into flames, luckily we were already in the medically bay, which is pretty much an escape pod in itself." She said in a mumble.

"What about Devan what happened to him?" I asked.

"We were entering the ship through an old corridor and then he told me to just run since we were being chased. He focused them all in a room with nothing but a pistol and a knocked over table..." She said on the verge of tears.

I grabbed the pistol I found off of the mauled body in the beginning. I showed it to her. She stared dropped the shotgun and cupped her mouth. She seemed very distraught by it,

"He said that his dad gave it to him, he wanted to die using it." She said shedding a tear.

I handed it to her and she put it in her bag. She wiped her tears I picked up the shotgun and we kept moving. We arrived at a door and she started breaking open the console messing with wires and things and the door opened, It was the old Oxygen room, where all the chemicals in the ship were balanced and changed out.

"Wait, Hydrogen, perfect!" I said aloud.

"What, what's perfect??" Trista said confused.

"If I can get to the lower corridors again, and open the valves and can simply fill the air in there with Hydrogen, so then I can simply light it and burn out whatever was living on this ship and all those machines it creates!" I said excited.

"I hardly know what you just said, but I think... no I know you're right." She said

"I've just got to get down there again..." I said.

"NO? You can't, you saw what was down there they will literally tear you apart? You can't do that, there is only two of us now, we can't afford to lose one of the last people here? The whole thing, I can't do it myself?" She said worried.

"Yes you can the H.A.B. from the old ship is already set up, I've already started farmi-" I was cut off

"No, I mean I need somebody there, to help me to keep me sane, I can't live the rest of my life alone?" She said, whimpering.