Another rock rips into the hull with a deafening bang, making human soup of those caught in its path. Wires like thick noodles curl around scattered limbs. Plastic croutons speckle their faces, frozen in their final moments, seasoned with shatter glass.

Why is emergency lighting always red? Is it for luck, or just a poor attempt at hiding the blood?

Ringing in my ears pulsates to the same rhythm as the siren, muffled cries saturate the air as what remains of my crew runs back and forth like panicked shadows in the low light, but all I can think of is home.

Amidst this scene of chaos and death.

All I see is you.

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