"Roger, I'm on my way." The captain clicked off her radio, and started moving weightlessly through the ship. Some sections had artificial gravity, but not all. Decisions had to be made on the first long-distance crewed space mission. And gravity isn't always cheap.
It didn't take long for her to make it to the airlock.
"What is it Wehyland?" She asked before she rounded the corner. When she did, she saw his face white as a sheet. Staring out the small viewing port. He turned to look at her, and swallowed.
She tilted her head, and floated over. That's when she heard it. the faint tap. Tap. Tap.
Rhythmic, quiet. She furrowed her brow. Wehyland didn't speak, just floated slowly back, to let her look in the airlock.
She moved up, and stared inside.
There was a spacesuit in the airlock. And someone inside, banging on the thick airlock door with soft, suited fists. Tap. Tap. Tap.
She could see the face in the helmet. It was screaming. Begging to be let in.
She looked to Wehyland. He was terrified. She looked back into the airlock, and felt the cold rush of fear fill her veins.
The man in the spacesuit was crying now, as he pounded on the door.
The man in the spacesuit, was Wehyland.
No comments:
Post a Comment