“Looks
like there’s a couple pieces of scrap in that next room.”
“Thanks, Dave. Good to know,” Frank responded, lowering his radio and stepping through
the door. The scavenger quickly scanned
the room for loot. “Fifteen dollar piece of sheet metal. I guess that’s something … And
what do we have here? A key!” Frank quickly pocketed the two items and raised
his radio to his helmet. “I found a key. Either of you need any doors
unlocked?”
“Uh,
Frank, I think we might have bigger problems. You got a bogey approaching
rather quickly.”
“Gotcha.”
Frank dashed down the hall, away from whatever horrible beast the ship’s radar
had detected. He soon came face to face with a locked door. He fumbled with the
key as inhuman footsteps echoed behind him. The door swung open to reveal … an
empty room with no exits. Frank slowly turned around. Two points of light shone
from the darkness, and moments later a lanky and shadowy figure lunged forward.
“It’s a Bracken!” Frank yelled into his radio as he dashed into the empty room.
“This is it. I knew the pay was too good to be true when I took this job.”
The Bracken was almost upon him now, reaching out its slender arms to snap his
neck.
Clang! The monster toppled to the ground. Standing over the fallen beast was Jake, breathing heavily and clutching a shovel. “I ain’t letting you die on us before we meet quota.”
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