I wake up on the floor, a red oxygen light still blinking in my face. My thigh stings as I twist the helmet and pull it off. It rolls away as I unzip myself out the suit. I look to my right, a skeleton's closed hand. I bump it as I remember what happened. I'm afraid I'm slowly becoming okay with all that's happened, like a darkness slowly swallowing my mind. I don't want to kill anyone else, but- I wipe my face and stand up. My family can still be saved, for them- I must try to stay in the light. Passing the skeletons, the shock is over, only a slight sadness glimmers in my head when looking at them. Did I lose brain cells due to the oxygen deprivation? Into the main room, the lights are still decayed or broken, a reminder of what this place was, a coffin.

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It isn't sadness that makes me replace the bulbs, more of a salute to what's now gone. To move the remains, a disgust of what's left of them. The blood and dust mixing with water in a mop, a try at forgetting the unforgettable. But I look up at the man who hung himself, perhaps I don't want to forget. The least I could do is cut him down, leave his head where he can remind me if I do forget.

Sighing, I finally tap into the cameras, the ones in the control room. He probably killed himself and already, someone else controls the reactor. The whole ship is taken over and yet, everyone looks back to normal. Warehouse 7A's cameras aren't fixed yet. I look to the man's skull and grab his pistol, "Good a time as any."