The Wretched, Day 7
Day 7, salvage ship The Wretched. Flight Engineer Crowley reporting. The constant dread and silence are getting to me. I thought the creature had broken in through the observatory where it had been trying before, but…I had just dropped my mug. It broke, of course, and it was an hour before my heart slowed. I don’t know how long I had been staring into space, but by the time I had used up the adrenaline spike reinforcing the observatory windows it was mid-afternoon. At some point I found myself repeating, “soup of the day whatever it is, a full beef burger with house sauce no onion, and the hot fudge sundae no nuts.” It was what he planned for his first meal planet-side. I think I’ll try the same if I ever get the chance. This is John Crowley, the last survivor of The Wretched, signing off.