Blood, so much blood. 11 of what not long ago were normal people lay at your feet. they has mothers, sons, lovers. They cared and were loved. Stationed here toiling for a scrap of life that was not taken from them by you. or was it you? Mary, William, Jane, they all have name tags they were someone.
Were they still people? As adrenaline subsides, thoughts race through your head. Below glazed empty eyes, you can still see human flesh in their mouths. Their crimson glazed teeth make you think of those they eaten. Their very workmates. Their friends turned one day and just started devouring, like starver rabid dogs.
How many lives on this station? 50? maybe 100?
What did this? How could this happen? Is it over?
As the station creaks and lurches once more, your own life comes into view one again.
Where are the ones you love? Will you see them again?