The data book covered an event listed only as [The Derelict]. Approximately nine hundred thirty-nine billion years before, the [Home Away] station had picked up on some other, rather substantial structure entering the system. Except that it wasn’t so much entering as it was skimming the edge of the system like a rock skipping over the surface of a pond—along the opposite bank. It was massive, at roughly twenty kilometers in length, with a width of roughly eight kilometers, and a height of four kilometers. It was as if an artificial island was moving casually through space.
Avery exhales slowly, so his own breathing will not block anything he may need to hear. His heart races in his chest, and his lungs ache. He inhales slowly, and again, exhales as quietly as he can. Cautiously, he leans his head back against the wall and adjusts his legs, planting his feet in a position that, if he should have to stand or move quickly, he can. He rests on the floor in a small corner in an old, dilapidated kitchen. To his right is an opening to an equally dilapidated dining room, where a couple battery-powered lanterns illuminate dust-encrusted walls and surfaces of a large farmhouse that hasn’t hosted residents in what must have been decades. To his left, a perpendicular wall making the corner where he now hunkers. Tense and sweating, he’s focused on listening carefully... for anything.
About My Style
My biggest inspirations are Rod Serling and various writers of classic E.C. horror, crime, and suspense comics, along with the inventive horror and science fiction of 80's and 90's cinema. So add George Romero, John Carpenter, and Stephen King to that list. This page gives a nice sampling of some of my narrative works.