A Crash

      Kevin stared at the ceiling a minute or two longer, letting himself calm down from his panic attack. The thought came to him about how incredibly lucky he was that none of the fungus monsters were in theis room. He made an attempt to figure out what this room was through his shoddy memory and clues in the room itself.     As far as he could tell it was a closet of some sort, either maintenance or storage. Possibly both, that was always an option. As he got to his feet, he noticed a small medical pack stuffed behind a box of... something that looked like pens, but didn't write when he tried them on his arm. He grabbed the medpak from behind the not pens and pocketed one of those as well, perhaps they would reveal a use in the future. He thought about using the medpack now, looked at his bleeding arm and weighed how hurt he was against how long he guessed it might be until he may find another one. Ultimately he decided to hold onto it for later. He could fin...

      Kevin moved through the halls, heading towards the bridge of the ship. As he went he avoided large clumps of mushroom spores that had some connection tot he creatures as well as sections of the hall where fire had burst through the floor. He passed a few partially eaten corpses of other crew members, some were armored like Fulsom had been, a few were wearing lab coats, and one was wearing a space suit, like she had been trying to protect herself from the spores. That plan had seemingly failed, since the glass on her helmet was closed, and there were mushrooms growing from her mouth. He gathered ammo where he could and thanked each of them for their contribution.     A vague memory popped through: a voice telling him that the oxygen rich atmosphere would allow the fire to burn almost indefinitely. He wondered why the fire suppression system hadn't kicked in. He wondered who had told him this fact about the air.     He saw only two more of the fung...