In the cold distance of space Alexis dreamed. As she slept in her cryopod, she dreamed of lying on her stomach, on her surfboard in the cool waters of the Atlantic ocean.
The wave gently rocked her board back and fourth, she then mounted it on her two feet, and felt a bigger wave, giving her the momentum to ride with the rough surf.
Like a pro she saw a wave 16 feet high, she entered its inner vortex.
She suddenly woke up to the emergency siren. She saw blood on the broken window of her cryopod, electric sparks from the ship shooting out from the ceiling. Crew members aboard the S.
S Argos ran frantically, trying to put out a fire in the cryochamber. Marcus, talked loudly above the siren “Rodriquez, we have been hit by asteroid fragments and crashed landed on SR#1123.
You are being placed in a medpod, you had hurt your head pretty badly. You will be in cold sleep till you are better." She lost consciousness and suddenly everything went dark
Alexis woke up, it was days later. The ship was quiet. The long corridors of the Argo seemed infinite in her dizzy state.
She limped and tried to get her balance, days of bed rest claimed her mobility. “Hello…. Hello” she screamed. Her throat was dry, her vision blurred. The SS Argos was strangely quiet.
She heard a sound coming from starboard of the ship
She limped to the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror, she was badly bruised, and with half of her head shaven with 30 stitches in a neat line was now visible.
Alexis looked around with concern. She grabbed a new towel, disrobed; She turned on the showers then went in.
While she savored the warm water running through her hair, her bliss was interrupted when she heard the clanking sound again.
Alexis went to her locker, dried herself and put on a pair of her coveralls. She then put on her slip on sneakers.
She walked to the intercom by the day room, and pressed the shiny round button
“Hello, is there anybody here, guys…I’m ok… just someone say something please”
Fear was evident in her tone.
She walked over to the sound. It was coming from the airlock
As she walked over, words painted in a sticky red substance DON’T OPEN THE AIRLOCK.
It was blood, She looked out the porthole of the airlock, and there was Marcus in his pressure suit, hitting the door with a stick.
The outer part of the porthole was stained in burgundy, and she caught a glimpse of Marcus. He suddenly stopped banging.
“Marcus, …Oh my god, I just woke, I will let you –“ She went to press the open button, when Alexis suddenly noticed the monitor of the Argos outer airlock camera, Marcus helmet was cracked,
the stick Marcus was banging against the porthole with was a human femur.