Been on this ship for…months maybe. Years?
Have to get away. Aliens. Grey, slimy things. Big black eyes like saucers.
What did they do to me?
Gotta get back to her. I was a fool. She’s probably worried sick.
Sick. I was so sick of the drugs. Broke that beast now. Gotta get back to the music.
“Moo.”
Was that a cow? All these corridors look the same.
“Psst. Over here.”
Who?
“Wanna break out of here?”
A wiry little man steps out from a shadow. He hands me a blaster.
“Thank you, thank you very much.” I tell him.
Brandon Jimison 