Day 15 by Eva S.C.V. – Y8
(Based on a cute bean game called Among Us by Innersoth)
This is it, I'm going to die. I can hear the thing's appendages scraping the door, the sirens going off, the engine rattling, my heart racing. It's like a mismatched, haunting melody for death. I'm not going to leave this ship alive. Deep inside, the stupidest, STUPIDEST part of me still hoped we would all survive - that this was just a space trip. I've given up on that; this is my final statement.
It was no one's fault, yet we are all guilty. We were too blinded by our tasks to notice the deaths. Too blinded checking our communications. Too blinded checking the cameras. Too blinded, we treated each other like aliens.
It started when we found Blue's body: it was unrecognisable, no human could've caused it. Then the accusations started. Poorly constructed comebacks, half-true proof, false stories. It seemed almost everyone was an Impostor. Funny name, huh? Now that I think about it, “Impostor” is an understatement, it should be called a beast, monster, abomination. It was only natural that innocent lives were lost. First we lost Orange, he was a great guy, everyone's logic said otherwise. He was dragged into the airlock, screaming; I couldn't bring myself to watch it. This happened three more times: Orange...White...Purple...all of them innocent. Now there were only four of us left. Hardly anyone else cared - it wasn't their family, and it surely wasn't them.
No one trusted anyone; we fought with each other constantly to the point where every suspicious move was reported. Anything we did was met with barrages of accusations by nervous crewmates. We lost Yellow for such a petty reason. All he did was stick with Pink...we were overcomplicating simple actions. Trying to team up may as well mean you were plotting a murder…
The first time I witnessed a death was in the lower engine. Cyan began twitching erratically and I could've sworn I saw tentacles creeping out of his helmet. What happened next left me scarred. His body split, revealing a monstrous array of drooling, bloody fangs - and a writhing tongue, hungry for flesh. I was stuck there, paralysed. The giant mouth opened wider and suddenly the grotesque tongue shot forward. Before I could process it, there was a blood curdling scream and blood everywhere. Pink had been skewered, her body still twitching on the floor. I was about to be sick, until Cyan closed his mouth, and turned his head 180 degrees to face me, contorting his giant jaw in a way I can only call a smile.
My blood roared in my ears. When your life is in danger, your body summons small stores energy as a last resort, sometimes it is enough to save you. I was not sure about that now. I could hear the door coming loose, I thought I was going to die...
To anyone who finds this, we mustn't fight each other; we must stand by each other until the very end.
Green/GREP7
The Skeld
4:32 PM
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