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Dream’s stomach burned. The rations of weird space tofu cubes they gave him never really satisfied his hunger but he would kill for some right now. He lay half awake wondering if removing his barricade against the door was worth the search for food. His body answered for him with a particularly sharp jolt of pain that left him gasping.
“Okay, fine,” he mumbled to the cold, monochrome floor. “I guess we’re getting food.”
He hauled himself off the ground and stumbled toward the mountain of strange equipment and furniture he had frantically shoved in front of the tall automatic door when he first ran into the room. He wasn’t sure how long ago that was. His frequent slipping in and out of consciousness didn’t help and, you know, being stuck in space against his will for a couple months. But judging by his hunger he’d bet it was at least 24 hours ago.
He started to pull away a long table-ish object when the loud scraping made him freeze. With his heart in his throat, he strained for any noise. Any sign his abductors heard him. Silence.
Carefully, he continued removing the obstructions. It was honestly a miracle he’d been left alone as long as he had. He had no doubt the freaky aliens could make it into his makeshift safe haven if they really wanted to. He froze. What if it’s a trap? What if they’re just waiting for me to let them in myself? As much as his stomach ached, Dream wasn’t sure he could go through all the tests and blood draws and loneliness again.
Well he had three options, stay here and starve, wait for them to barge in anyway, or go find food. Dream sighed and pulled away the last of the barricade.
With the button not working and whatever motion thing that opened the door last time not registering, Dream resorted to shoving a long, thin, yet surprisingly strong stick of something in the seam between the doors and pried them open with a hiss. The cool air that hit his face was a bit of a surprise. He hadn’t realized how warm the stagnant air had gotten.
He was more surprised when he realized how quiet it was. There were no hisses of pressurized doors or the various thrums of machines that had been in the background of his life for months. The loudest thing was his own breathing.
He was alone. They weren’t here anymore. Dream refused to drop his guard but couldn’t help but give a hesitant smile. “Guess they won’t mind if I raid the fridge.”
[4038.13.6]
[Half a standard semicycle ago a specimen of great interest escaped confinement. This specimen is highly dangerous and severely injured several crew members before the facility containing it was evacuated. A successful recapture and deliverance of the specimen alive will be richly rewarded.
Specimen and delivery co-ordinates to be given on acceptance.]