A Crash

    Kevin glanced over at Graves and noticed he was stiff as a board, with wide eyes and he had seemed to have lost some color from his normally mocha colored skin. He looked at least twice as scared as kevin felt, and that meant a lot.     He took a deep breath to try and settle his nerves, and for the shortest moment it worked. And then he returned his view over the top of the copse of mushrooms and the feeling of borderline panic reintroduced itself to his psyche.     ' Alright, think.' He spoke internally, looking at the stretch of hall that terminated in the horde of creatures that wanted to kill him. A mass of fleshy, bony mushroom monsters with rows of gnashing teeth and claws that would rip him and the Rear Admiral to tiny pieces as they were - ' No, no. None of that. Focus on how to get past them.'  Did he really need to get past? They could just leave it would be fine. 'No... It isn't. We need to warn Earth, regardless of whether or not I ca...

    The walk to the comms array was uncharacteristically quiet for the events of the rest of the time that he had been awake - and somehe it was almost worse. So in his mind it wasn't too strange that he felt a sense of relief at the next attack of the toothy monsters. Graves noticed them first, coming in a group of four, and Kevin brought his pistol to bear. They were just outside of range for a shotgun blast to take one out, but since ammo conservation was going to be important, he was okay with the smaller firearm.      After his first shot felled the first monster - Graves had sent a shot wild above the group - and the other three broke off into a run, splitting as much as possible. They all ran generally toward the pair of men, but this hall being a bit wider than the one before - a vague memory of pallets being moved through this area came to mind - and with the now common mushrooms growing in thicker groupings near the middle of this hall rather than the ...