and the wall. The door still crashed into the panel, but the sound was muffled. Luke hoped his efforts in attempting to silence the door had not been made in vain. He didn't want to attract those things. He didn't want his head to be ripped off, or his limp body to be carried away to their lair. He didn't want to be feasted on by those creatures. He had to protect himself at all costs, and he had to get to his sister.
Luke, annoyed with the faeces stuck on the sole of his boot, made his way back to the bench he had been sitting on before. He sat down in a huff, and checked his boot. “Great.” He whispered to himself. At least I can’t smell any worse.
The tram exited the tunnel, and the lights inside switched into a different, less intense mode. Luke looked out of the window. It was dark, as dark as it was before Luke restored power. Maybe the power wasn’t restored to the whole of the ship. He quickly disregarded that thought as the tram approached light. It was a station. He saw about five people standing below a light. They all had objects in their hands. One had a wrench, another had a pipe, and one even had a door handle. They took turns jumping, and swinging their weapons at the light. Each one shrieked as they failed to hit the light bulb, it was just a little bit too high for their reach. Most of them ignored the tram as it drove past, one looked over and met Luke’s gaze. He didn’t know what to do, should I duck? Stay still and hope that the thing hasn't seen me? Before he could decide one of the other creatures had jumped and smashed its wrench into the light, it caused a flurry of sparks and glass, reminding Luke of a firework display that he had taken Megan to watch once when she was young. The monster that had met Luke’s gaze had turned back to dance atop the glass. Do they even feel pain? He continued to watch despite the growing distance between them. The creatures were destroying the source of light. Is this what Maxwell meant by his comments that they wouldn't like it? Luke shuddered, why would the creatures abhor the light? He struggled to make sense of his surroundings. I wish I'd stayed safe in my cryogenic chamber. Safe, frozen and asleep. Well away from those creatures... But then he remembered Megan. He had awoken too late to help Elizabeth, but will I be too late to help my sister? A nightmarish picture entered Luke's mind of a woman's body wrapped in flowing dancing ribbons, being carried by a horde of violent, enraged beasts. They held the body aloft like a victor’s trophy. The ribbons soaked and stained with blood. They ripped at the woman's flesh and danced on her bones. Luke shuddered once more as his mind’s eye tried to follow the woman's face. Can I see my sister in the dead woman's eyes?
The lights shone brightly again as the tram entered another tunnel. Luke relaxed, as best he could, in his seat, but not for long. The tunnel was short, and he bolted up to look out of the windows again. Only the backup lights shone on the platform outside of the tram. The vehicle slowed. Luke’s hands began to shake. Why's the tram stopping? Has one of those things pressed the button? He grew more nervous as he saw feral people throwing objects at the tram. One hit the window Luke was looking through, and he jumped backwards. He had never seen so many inhuman savages in one place before. Maybe they're attracted to the screeching of the brakes... Or maybe the headlights of the tram had aggravated them, or they can feel the vibrations of the tram and know that I'm aboard.
Luke sat with his hand to his head thinking of something he could do. He prayed that they would go away, to leave him alone, to ignore him. He suddenly stopped in his thought. What good is praying going to do? Others must have prayed before me. Others must have asked for answers from the heavens above... But what else can I do? The bangs on the glass stopped. He hesitantly glanced out of the windows. The things were sprinting,
Luke, annoyed with the faeces stuck on the sole of his boot, made his way back to the bench he had been sitting on before. He sat down in a huff, and checked his boot. “Great.” He whispered to himself. At least I can’t smell any worse.
The tram exited the tunnel, and the lights inside switched into a different, less intense mode. Luke looked out of the window. It was dark, as dark as it was before Luke restored power. Maybe the power wasn’t restored to the whole of the ship. He quickly disregarded that thought as the tram approached light. It was a station. He saw about five people standing below a light. They all had objects in their hands. One had a wrench, another had a pipe, and one even had a door handle. They took turns jumping, and swinging their weapons at the light. Each one shrieked as they failed to hit the light bulb, it was just a little bit too high for their reach. Most of them ignored the tram as it drove past, one looked over and met Luke’s gaze. He didn’t know what to do, should I duck? Stay still and hope that the thing hasn't seen me? Before he could decide one of the other creatures had jumped and smashed its wrench into the light, it caused a flurry of sparks and glass, reminding Luke of a firework display that he had taken Megan to watch once when she was young. The monster that had met Luke’s gaze had turned back to dance atop the glass. Do they even feel pain? He continued to watch despite the growing distance between them. The creatures were destroying the source of light. Is this what Maxwell meant by his comments that they wouldn't like it? Luke shuddered, why would the creatures abhor the light? He struggled to make sense of his surroundings. I wish I'd stayed safe in my cryogenic chamber. Safe, frozen and asleep. Well away from those creatures... But then he remembered Megan. He had awoken too late to help Elizabeth, but will I be too late to help my sister? A nightmarish picture entered Luke's mind of a woman's body wrapped in flowing dancing ribbons, being carried by a horde of violent, enraged beasts. They held the body aloft like a victor’s trophy. The ribbons soaked and stained with blood. They ripped at the woman's flesh and danced on her bones. Luke shuddered once more as his mind’s eye tried to follow the woman's face. Can I see my sister in the dead woman's eyes?
The lights shone brightly again as the tram entered another tunnel. Luke relaxed, as best he could, in his seat, but not for long. The tunnel was short, and he bolted up to look out of the windows again. Only the backup lights shone on the platform outside of the tram. The vehicle slowed. Luke’s hands began to shake. Why's the tram stopping? Has one of those things pressed the button? He grew more nervous as he saw feral people throwing objects at the tram. One hit the window Luke was looking through, and he jumped backwards. He had never seen so many inhuman savages in one place before. Maybe they're attracted to the screeching of the brakes... Or maybe the headlights of the tram had aggravated them, or they can feel the vibrations of the tram and know that I'm aboard.
Luke sat with his hand to his head thinking of something he could do. He prayed that they would go away, to leave him alone, to ignore him. He suddenly stopped in his thought. What good is praying going to do? Others must have prayed before me. Others must have asked for answers from the heavens above... But what else can I do? The bangs on the glass stopped. He hesitantly glanced out of the windows. The things were sprinting,
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