Transforming Doom

In my bunk it was quiet. At any other time I would have welcomed the silence, but now it seemed to be taunting me, reminding me that he was gone. That I had failed.
But life must go on. I had to be strong, for him. For the team.
I knew what I had to do now, I just hoped it wasn't too late....That we weren't already doomed to a horrible fate, just like the others....