it seemed to restrict the movement of his leg, until he got to the point where it was completely wedged.
This is useless.
In shear desperation he shouted out again, ‘Please, if anyone can hear me. I… I need help in here!’ His voice quietened as he finished.
This is useless. There’s no one.
Zoren felt the floor shudder and then his stomach rose and fell violently. His head and arms felt weightless for a brief moment.
The floor moved. What the hell’s happening? Oh no! Maybe the station is starting to break up.
Zoren placed his ear against the floor. He coughed, before holding his breath trying to listen for any signs of what was happening around him. Barely audible above the hum of the station’s reactor, a very distant explosion could be heard.
Wait! What’s that? He tried to focus on what sounded like a voice . I could have sworn I heard someone. There it is again. I can’t make it out. It… It sounds the same, each time. Yes, it’s repeated, like an announcement.
The floor moved again. His head lifted and then banged sharply back down onto the floor.
‘Ow!’ he said, before placing his hand over his left ear and rubbing it gently.
Then, there was another explosion, which felt like it was directly below him. As the whole room lifted, all the smoke was sucked from it. Zoren gasped for air.
For a brief moment his leg felt free, so instinctively he dragged it towards his torso, and just in time, before the beam smashed back into the floor, gouging a deep grove.
Zoren, still on the floor, quickly moved his body away from the debris helping himself with his arms and legs, until he finally stopped with his back up against a nearby wall. His adrenaline was pumping and his hearts were racing. He stared down at his grazed and bloodied leg, through his torn trousers. Panicking he touched his leg, checking for pain or gashes.
Thank God, I appear to be all right.
He got gingerly to his feet and placed his weight slowly onto the injured leg. Yes, I’m ok, my leg’s fine. He felt a momentary sense of relief and rotated his neck to relieve the stiffness.
Zoren wasted no more time and went quickly out into the main corridor of the space station. He searched for any signs of life.
‘Hello!’ he shouted out, but there was no reply.
The smoke was now a lot thinner, making it easier for him to see. He descended to the corridor on deck two and proceeded along it towards engineering.
‘Is there anyone there?’ he shouted continuously, hoping desperately to get a reply.
He peered into each room as he proceeded further through the space station.
I think everyone’s been killed, but where are the bodies? Why would they take the bodies? It doesn’t make sense, why didn’t they kill me as well? And who were these people… or beings who attacked us?
Zoren stopped for a moment to clear his lungs of the smoke and to catch his breath.
It feels like it’s getting hotter in here, he thought, stroking his forehead. He glanced at his hand, which was now covered in sweat. What am I going to do?
A violent explosion made him grab a nearby maintenance panel to steady himself. All the lights flickered, and then he was left in darkness.
No! Don’t leave me in the dark. Please!
Zoren could hear both his hearts pounding. They felt as if they were about to explode as he waited, what seemed to be an eternity, for the emergency lights to brighten.
‘Thank you!’ he said, peering upwards at the ceiling.
As he was about to move from the maintenance panel on the side of the corridor, his attention was drawn to the opposite wall, where there now appeared to be a doorway. He glanced each way down the corridor to check where he was.
I can’t remember there ever being a door in that wall.
He edged over to it.
A section of wall had disappeared, leaving a neat opening with no visible door frame. Through it there was a long corridor leading into darkness and in the very distance an illuminated control panel.
I can hear