Alarms. A shift in the gravity plates. Rushed Tannoy announcements. Screams. Children Crying. Explosions. Tortured groans of metal. The agony as air is ripped out of your lungs in a gale caused by the torn hull. Child’s toy flies past. Crowding. Pushing. More panic. Struggling to keep moving. So cold. Crushed but through the hatch. Blessed relief, then a sense of falling. Punch of acceleration throwing you backwards. Then blackness.
Next thing you hear is the sound of creatures crying in the distance, like birds, and the noise of wind. There’s a smell of burnt metal and oils.Your eyes open to brightness, through a white foam that surrounds you. Suddenly, you realise you ache all over. The humidity starts to
hit you. You survived. If only you could remember your name.