March 8, 2020

[#Microfiction] Week 10

Gen raised her head an inch and tried to survey the bridge from where where she lay. In the semi-darkness she could make out the bodies of her crew. Was she the only survivor? There was no movement. No sound. Just the throbbing red light and silence.

[#Microfiction] Week 10

The ship’s bridge was completely dark except for the dim red glow of emergency lighting that illuminated the consoles and exits. The eerie silence was almost unbearable. A short time ago, chaos had reigned. But this stillness was somehow worse than the smoke and blood and screams.

Gen raised her head an inch and tried to survey the bridge from where where she lay. In the semi-darkness she could make out the bodies of her crew. Was she the only survivor? There was no movement. No sound. Just the throbbing red light and silence.

She didn’t know how long she’d been laying there. It could have been an hour. It could have been three days. Eventually, she found the strength to roll on to her side. She mentally scanned her own body checking for injuries. A sharp pain in her right kidney. Her shoulder felt dislocated. She had a raging headache. But besides that she was intact.

Her mind raced to piece together the rapid series of events that led to her ship and crew being decimated. It had all happened so fast. An unexpected explosion had rocked the entire vessel, emergency sirens went off, and before anyone could assess the damage, the invaders were crawling through every passageway, killing any moving thing with cold precision.

By the time they got to the bridge, what remained of the crew knew how it would end. Her people faced their doom bravely. No tears, no begging. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway and they knew it.

One by one she saw them fall, and then it was her turn. How she managed to survive the blunt shot from the blaster was a mystery to her. She felt the force in her abdomen, fell back and her head hit the ground. But she had no open wound. She seemed only injured, and not even badly.

Slowly she pulled herself up to a seated position. No movement among the bodies. She supposed she ought to do a lifescan of the ship and see if anyone else was still alive.