I woke up blood rushing from my head and pooling on the glistening floor.
Where was I? Everything was foggy and confusing and it took several minutes before I was able to fight off the blackness threatening to retake my vision.
At first I was sure the shaking was from my concussion, but before long I realized that it wasn't just me, everything in the small room was rattling along with me.
Was this an earthquake? I must have hit my head when the tremors started.
Dragging myself to my feet, I looked around. I was in a small lab, all sorts of compact machines and pyrex glassware were secured on the counters around me.
What lab was this, how had I gotten here? I racked my brain but found no answer. The concussion had affected me more than I had thought. Even standing was an enormous effort.
My legs felt magnetically attracted to the floor.
I decided getting to safety took precedence over figuring out how I had gotten here, as my memory would probably return along with my shaky vision. The lab had no windows and one heavy door.
I wobbled over and tried to open it but it was sealed. The earthquake must have blocked it with debris. I needed to figure this out.
I took a moment to lean over and vomit, nausea hitting me fast and hard. When I was finished I got a second wind and began to consider my options. I knew I couldn't stay here.
I felt the waves of blackness fighting to overcome me again. If I passed out in this small contained room, I may never wake back up.
Help may not be coming if the building has collapsed outside the door and this small room could be crushed at any point.
There was only one option, make my own exit immediately before I was sealed for good.
It took a bit of dizzy maneuvering but I set up an explosive using a small oxygen tank and a bunsen burner. I took cover behind a solid lab table and waited.
It took longer than expected and as my head cleared more and more, I started to wonder if I was acting rashly. What kind of earthquake lasted this long? Then I started remembering.
My name was Major Richard Jones of the US Air Force. I had been on the tenth hour of my journey to the international space station when my ship had encountered debris.
The hull had breached so I had...what had I done? I...I had sealed myself into the only remaining air locked room. This small lab.
My head snapped up and I realized that it was difficult, not due to my concussion, but due to the force of my ship's acceleration through space. I tried to stand, but it was too late.
The oxygen tank exploded from the heat of the bunsen beneath it and in rushed the nothing.