Chapitre 50: >>>Day48 342,618KM from point of origin
There's 30 hours left in my fuel. It's not much, not much at all. I decided to stop relying on asteroid uranium to keep me going, and scounging through derelicts instead. It takes quite some time to board the derelict because I need to lay down catwalk from my ship to it's airlock.
Today I found a science vessel. Medical to be precise. I park my ship where the connectors meet and board the vessel. The door to the bridge won't bulge, so I proceed down to the engineering section, hoping to find any fuel for my ship.
I found a hundred units of uranium, which is more than enough for a week, Now I would only need to turn on the main reactor. Only obvious switch is in the bridge.
It took only half a minute to grind the door down, the first sight gave me a small bump in breath. A dead body in red worn space suit. It's nothing new in my travel, but I'll never get used to it. I sat down and turn on the light. A body in red twitched
"Wha..!"
I was startled and fell on the floor. His unseeing eyes staring up at the dim buzzing fluorescent lights flickering above his head. A bloody tear leaked down the man's face through the gauze. He opened up his dry cracked lips. His throat was raw from the screams that ripped through him, however he was still able to mutter in a raspy voice:
"Don't connect the ship.. It's inside"
I can hear the sound of two connectors locking..
>>>NMS Pathfinder - Day 55
I was told that I'm a special girl- I had something called hypnogogia. I wasn't mentally ill, and science and doctors told me that what I saw wasn't really there. I lived in a sort of fantasy- that is to say, I dreamed while I was still awake. This made me quite different from most other people, but what I had wasn't rare, just… MORE than most. Have you ever woken up and couldn't move, but you thought you saw something menacing standing by your bedside, or creatures whispering around you? That wasn't a demon or an alien; it was sleep paralysis, and your body did it between when you slept and when you woke. This was the world that I inhabited. I used to block it off with daily dose anti-psychosis. used to.. The pill ran out a month ago. And after a while, the things the l saw began to… stay around longer and longer.
I turned off the showerhead and stepped out onto the rubber mat, eyelids shut to shield against the mop of dripping brown hair. I fumbled around blindly for a towel and even as I did, , unwittingly stood beneath a nest of slithering bloody red entities, humanoid yet so foreign from anything the I had ever seen, and they scattered like cockroaches to the fair corners of the ceiling when I wiped away the water and opened my eyes, wrapping the towel around myself and shivering in uncertainty. I stumbled into the airlock and shut my self inside, staring at my wall of photographs. A thin door cannot hide my from what lurks in my mind, I know that. There is only one way to run away... I ran my finger through the emergency decompression panel. I knows the code...
I sighed. I stood up, left the airlock, open the cabinet and get dressed. Outside the window is bright blue strings of Caldari nebula. I sat in the cockpit and take one photograph for my wall.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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