Part 28

    The databanks through the windows looked the same for the most part. the difference in the room was that every flat surface was covered in some sort of fungus. The racks, the floors, even a small temporary desk he had seen an engineer working at before this all happened.

    Worse still, in the center of the banks was another large toothy maw. This one was different than the other monstrosities he had been dealing with since he had awoken - he wondered what time it was - which all had a single mouth, a single set of eyes, and two legs. This... conglomerate was the only word that came to mind, it had an uneven amount of eyes scanning in all directions; at least half a dozen gaping maws, gnashing their teeth in the air; and several flailing limbs, none of which could hold the thing's substantial girth, even combined.

    He noticed that around the conglomerate were the corpses of dozens of his of his fellow crew and the smaller toothy monsters, in various states of having been eaten, scattered among stalks of mushrooms. As he looked on, hoping to any gods that would listen that the conglomerate wouldn't notice him, a heavy, vine-like tentacle slithered through the strewn corpses, grabbing a corpse and lifting it high into the air above one of the many blade-lined mouths.

    With horror Kevin recognized the body of Blanchard - limp, gutted, and missing an arm. He had hoped he would see her again, alive and flashing that warm smile full of laughter and vulgarity. He had hoped they would take an escape pod together and leave this increasingly more doomed station to return home, to... he couldn't remember what was there for either of them at home, but it would have been better than this. The conglomeration dropped her corpse into its waiting maw and devoured what was left of her.

'Bottle it up, there will be time to feel this later,' he thought to himself. 'We can leave, and we can let the emotion wash over us, but we need to finish this.'

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