SEED by WOMB
3:34 am.
It’s cold, dark and worst of all quiet.
It’s starting to get to you now; the humming vibration of the ship's autopilot, the distance you are from home, the vastness of space.
Solitude.
It's weighing on you.
Your unease is intensified when you hear another strange noise coming from the vents.
This has been reoccurring all throughout the night, and while
it is not uncommon for this craft to makes sounds, these are different.
Slow, methodical clicking.
Out of bed, you lightly press your feet against the metallic ice cold floor, slowly walk over to your proximity tracker to turn it on.
It dings.
Must be broken. There's no one else here.
It dings again.
A sentiment of paranoia creeps in and sweat begins to form on your brow, despite the room feeling like an icebox.
With every ding your tracer announces, fear holds you still; hypnotizing you.
You begin to suspect something lurking in the shadows.
The strange noise sounds again, this time setting off the alarm.
A deafening siren is hearkened through the entirety of the ship.
You are welcomed with a jolt of adrenaline as you run to your weapon locker and ready your pistol, pointing it towards the hallway entrance.
The alarm sounds once more this time followed by a screeching hiss, echoing in the corridors.
Something scurries away.
Silence.
You stand there, petrified, with your gun still raised, musing the possibilities of what has board your ship.
How did it get there?
Where did it come from?
Checking the magazine in your weapon you see only two rounds.
The motion tracker starts dinging again.
