The Wretched, Day 10
Day 10, salvage ship The Wretched. I dreamt of the creature again. It’s growing. Feeding off the sewage and bodies spread throughout the ship. Tendrils, vines, roots…they scrape against the vents and in every little space. It’s everywhere. I can hear it when I’m awake and I can see it in my sleep. Maybe if I can jettison one of the broken escape pods it will draw the creature’s attention and I can get to the workshop. My workshop. It should still be safe there. Reinforced, free of bodies, full of tools. It’s where I hid before. How I survived. Maybe I can still survive there.