A Crash

      Kevin ascended the staircase to the floor above where the captains office overlooked the bridge. He noted the door had a red light above the access pad. The door was windowed and on the other side of the glass was the man who had spoken to him.      "Glad to see you're awake Lieutenant. I thought your injuries were more severe and... well with everything that's going on, its good to see a familiar face." The man looked familiar to Kevin. The graying hair, the clean shave, and after a moment a memory hit him.  The man with the gray hair walked through a set of blast doors, entering a large room as Kevin stood alongside other men and women, all in uniform. The man opened his mouth and -     "Lieutenant? You doing alright?"     "My apologies, sir, things are a bit murky in my head right now."  He recognized the man as his captain, but had no idea what to call him. "I don't have many memories before waking up earlier, sir." ...

    His bleeding finally stopped by the bandages in the medpak, his body still sore, though that would go away when the pain meds kicked in. Overall, Kevin felt okay... Excluding the fact that he was between imminent toothy death and severe claustrophobia, and he wasn't sure about what was worse. He returned his attention to the red barrel with the fire etched on it. This would be useful. He pulled the cannister to the center of the room and thought out a plan.     He attempted to lift the barrel over his head, but it was far too heavy. He put it on its side and rolled it a bit. This might work... He pushed it towards the door, and as it rolled, the alpha creature pulled away from the door inquisitively. The barrel stopped just short of the bent door frame, and the alpha, seeing no threat, slammed into the frame again. The barrel shuddered a little toward the creature and Kevin took aim at the barrel.     He took a deep breath and fired.     He wa...