Chapter 5: The Bridge

The elevator stopped at the very top of the ship, where the bridge was located. Heavy vital signs in the area made the crew believe someone had made it to the bridge alive. As they readied themselves, Marie looked at the last member of her crew. Glenn was an older man, tasked with co-piloting the ship itself. He was also the squads "weapon specialist", though he had no more training then anyone else there. A relatively handsome guy, Marie noted the grey hair around his temples, and harsh wrinkles that fitted his face. A man of definitely few words, Glenn was just as concentrated as the rest of the squad, though he did give Marie a slight grin when he caught her looking at him.

Slowly, the bridge doors slid open, and the squad stepped out onto the bridge itself. A rather large area filled with lots of computers, engineering equipment, and chairs, a massive window showed the reaches of deep space before them. However, not a single person greeted the squad as they stepped out.

"I don't understand... You said that we would find people here?" questioned Nicholas, his voice wavering as he tried to finish the sentence. Samson merely shook his head, as the squad spread out. Marie held her blade close to her as she moved, her rig warning her of increased bio-signs. Instructing Glenn to check security recordings, Samson continued searching for survivors.

The floor was wet and slick with blood and possibly semen, though it was hard to tell which was which. Thankfully, the magnetic boots of her rig kept Marie from slipping. Noise from the recordings filled the room from the nearby video that Glenn was watching. If the screams and gunshots were any proof, any survivors here were taken by the plague very early on.

Cursing their luck, Samson pulled out his rigs datamap, placing it on a nearby table. Clicking onto the bridge, it was obvious some sort of bio-signs were present here, as they surrounded the bridge section. Before the squad could really investigate, a cacophony of sounds and screaming filled the room. Marie quickly bolted towards the noise, and watched as a small slug like form burst from the seams of the room itself. Small, wriggling, and numbering in the hundreds, Samson screamed for the squad to move it.

Marie was cut off from the initial group however, and she could see how difficult it would be to get back in time. Looking to her left, Marie saw that the bridge opened up into the officers quarters. She could definitely flee if need be, though her squad moved towards the elevators instead. Samson motioned for her to move it, and Marie needed to make a quick decision.