Rachel felt a surge of panic as she saw Ethan pass out. He was bleeding but it wasn't anything too serious. In his unconciousness, he had seemed at peace; free of care. Deep within, Rachel could feel the a tinge of jealousy stir. She herself wished to be free of responsibilities... She chided herself for envying the unconcious man. He had passed out due to his wounds!

Nonetheless, the ideal of peace, was very short lived for her...

Her muscles had ached from constant strain but the suit had kept it tolerable. She rose to her feet, looking around for a trolley of sorts. There was a food serving trolley, scattered across the floor, it's wheels in free motion.

"It would have to do" thought Rachel.

She grabbed Ethan by the waist, securing him in a loop around her right hand as she strode towards the food trolley, placing him down on it. Now that she and Ethan were safe, she wondered where Zimbabwie was. He had to be nearby considering that the three of them were having a conversation just before this.

She'd thought she heard a groan from somewhere. Rachel focused, shutting her eyes to amplify her sense of hearing, a crash. Something big had tumbled onto the floor. Rachel pushed the trolley towards the direction of the sound. As she had concluded, Zimbabwie was nearby, but he, like Ethan, had fallen unconcious. Worst of all, his wounds were fairly severe.

Rachel remembered the room she had awoken in within the ship, it was a simple med-bay. "Bound to have medical supplies there." she thought to herself. She made her way quickly towards the med-bay, dodging dangling live wires, sharp tendrils of twisted metal and such.

This ship was torn up good.

She had reached the door, apparently, it was still functioning. Rachel thanked her lucky stars as she entered the brightly lit room. As if by some miracle, the room made it seem as if the crash never happened - the beds were fine, the door functioning and cabinet fully stocked. The room was pristine.

Rachel grabbed a pain med and tossed it into her mouth, swallowing it, she rushed out to grab the both of the unconcious men. She had to be even more cautious on her way back. Each step, was taken with much care. She reached the room, and placed them upon the beds as she wrapped band-aids and gauzed their wounds; stopping the bleed.

There was little else she could do for them now except be prepared to take care of them.

As such, she concluded that the only way, was to be well rested. She dozed off to sleep easily.

"WHOSHHHHH". Water from nowhere seemed to be gushing out from various pipes that Zimbawie was surrounded by. There was also condensation, however it did not seem to do as much as the gushing waters. The foamy waters were gushing out like an open wound. Once it comes in contact with you, you cannot help but to feel so bitter inside. It was so bitter that even the core of your bones could feel the frost, the spine-straightening cold that makes your neck cringe in sourness. Speechless.

Fortunately, the icy water that was beginning to form ice solids, made Zimbawie come to his senses again. He was shivering, chattering like a little wooden puppet. He needed to find warmth, or at least to get away from the freezing cold water that was beginning to reach ankle-level. He was scared. Praying would not work a miracle now, all he had was himself.

His brown eyes scanned around the area which was covered in pipes. He see no openings, no exits, no nothing. Angry, desprate, he felt being kept captive again. In and out his chest went. All the various self calming methods do not work anymore.

"Oh ma god, i don't wana die now. God, jesus. PLEASE! i needa find that bloody exit! " shouted Zimbawie, it was laced with anger. He stood up, bending slightly because he of his height. He walked around, panicky.

Zimbawie smashed the walls, but to no avail. All the four walls were hard-packed with concrete and steel pipes. The freezing water rose slightly higher, reaching his thighs now. Zimbawie panicked even more, it seemed like his worst nightmare coming to life, drowning to death in a tiny box like room.

Zimbawie felt the life slowly drain out of him, as the freezing waters rose higher and higher, all Zimbawie could think about was his family. Finally the waters rose above his head, Zimbawie held his breath for as long as he could before submitting to his fate.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Zimbawie as he awoke gasping for breath. Zimbawie panted heavily, he felt his hands shaking and his face growing colder and colder. A drip of water fell onto Zimbawie's forehead, making him stare up to the ceiling. " A broken pipe?! That's the damn cause for that nightmare..." Zimbawie muttered out, trembling when he thought of the nightmare again. Zimbawie scanned the room, seeing Rachel sitting in one of the corners resting and seeing Ethan laid on the bed. Zimbawie, not in the mood for rest anymore, found a dry spot and started meditating.

"WHAT.... ARE... YOU... DOING!?..." Ethan muttered as he slept, tossing and turning. "DON'T... NO... DON'T!!!" Ethan shouted as he fell flat on the ground. Ethan eyes blinked opened and stared at the bright lights from the ceiling. Ethan felt pain radiating from the back of his head, somehow he didn't care, he just stared at the lights in a daze. A drip of water hit Ethan square on the temple, bringing him to his senses.

Ethan struggled as he stood up, stumbling a little before being able to stand again. Breathing deeply, as though he had run a hundred miles. Ethan looked around, seeing Rachel resting in corner and Zimbawie seemed to be mediating in the opposite corner. Ethan surveyed the room, everything seemed so in order despite minor damages, the room seemed like a good place to 'camp' so as to speak. Ethan looked at the bed, the same one he fell off, rather simple bed, a foam mattress, cotton stuffed pillow and a cotton blanket.

Ethan sighed and grabbed the blanket off the bed, throwing it over Rachel, making sure it covers her entire body, only leaving the head open. Ethan then walked over to Zimbawie and sat next to him. And somehow mimicked Zimbawie's meditating posture, sitting in a lotus position and proceeded to think of a way out of the destroyed ship.

Rachel was glad she finally had the opportunity for some rest, although they were not the best, they would suffice. After all, rest was rest. She quickly went into a light slumber, her eyes darting about in their sockets.

She was dreaming.

The sky was a bleak grey, the air felt fresh. The scent of rain lingered and the croaks of frogs were loud enough to hear. Hand in hand with her father and mother. The girl wore a large smile upon her countence. She could feel that inextinguishable flame of happiness within her. Love did that to people but it also turned people into monsters.

"Dearest, why don't you go onto the island and pick some flowers, maybe even spend a few minutes playing about there?" asked her father.

The girl locked eyes with her father for a moment. She was waiting for him to say that. He nodded his head in affirmation of what he had just said. A joyful smile revealed a set of perfect teeth as the girl run ahead, jumping across the little rocks set in water before she reached her destination.

"What... are... you... doing!?..." raged an angry voice.

Just meters away, beyond the thick shroud of the bushes, was the girl's father, gripping a hand gun tightly. His face wore a frown of disgust. His finger was closing in upon the trigger.

"Don't... No... Don't!!!" A loud roar ringed through the air as the bullet was fired, catching the girls attention. She could feel some movement beyond the shrubs, quickly, she darted on the rocks and to her father...

It was quite the sight for a little girl. Her mother, crumpled up in a pool of blood. Looking at her father for comfort, she noticed that he, had the gun.

He tried to say something... but his words were distorted but if one read his lips, it was something like this "Rachel dear... you know I did it for our sake."

Rachel awoke with a start, gasping. She quickly rubbed her dry eyes, getting rid of any dirt that might have formed.

She never forgot that day.

Rachel looked at the beds to check if Zimbawie and Ethan were alright. The both of them, did seem more than fine however. Their legs were crossed, arms were rested upon their legs and their fingers in cups. It was the renowned Lotus Position, a meditation position.

Pushing aside the covers that either on of them placed on her, she stretched her limbs out. She felt rejuvinated.

With a cheeky grin, she exclaimed " Thinking hard, boys?"

Wait, i hear something.

Zimbawie heard some voice chattering away, who could it be? Although Zimbawie was meditating, he was still consious of his surroundings. It sounded a little like Rachel. Suspecting that it could be a clue that could lead to something else. He strained his earwax-choked ears to hear.

"Thinking hard boys." was all he could hear. No worries, it was just Rachel's voice. She liked talking to herself as much as Zimbawie liked it.

Feeling really bored with meditating, Zimbawie shook himself back to reality. But, there was still noise in the atmosphere.

"Ching Ching Ching! Wakakaka! Ching Ching Ching! Fizzzzzzzzzz...." These marvellous music was nothing but a nusience to the world; not like there was anyone but these few folks. It certainly sounds unhuman, and there were striking of the metals involved too. Zimbawie panicked, he started pacing around. Should he ask Rachel if she heard the noise as well? But she would brush it off as some prank if she could not hear it. However, if she do ...

Rachel stilled... there was an odd noise. Almost metallic as she looked Zimbabwie in the eyes, after she had broken his meditation. He appeared flustered, almost panicky as he paced around the room. Tightening her grip on the rifle, she called out softly "Ethan get here and the both of you stay covered."

Rachel was just as confused as what was about to happen.

kkaiyang, you continue and tell us what happens next.

Ethan was not really meditating rather, he was plotting for a way to get out of the vessel. He rewinded his memory to when he looked at the vessel map. He estimated where he was in the ship and tried to plot a course to get out. He had two choices, to either get out by the main hatch or the service hatch further down the vessel.

Ethan decided on the service hatch. The main hatch, he reasoned would be unoperational and will be blocked by all the wreckage of the crash. Ethan tried to find other ways, which did not involve crawling through maintenance tunnels around the vessel. Ethan heard someone talking, he opened his one of his eyes to a slit and saw Rachel infront of him.

Ethan then opened both his eyes to its full length and stood up. Brushing the dust of his coat and pants.

"Well, i was thinking about something until someone interrupted me" Ethan said in a teasing manner. Then came the scratching of metal, something was inside the vessal. Something that most likely was not human.

"Ethan get here and the both of you stay covered." Rachel stated rather softly and calmly. Ethan had a better plan. All he had to do was to locate a maintenace tunnel. The entire vessel had a complex network of tunnels, leading from one end to another. Ethan's plan was to ultilize this tunnels to get out. That is if he had enough time to find the tunnel.

Rachel was caught unaware by Ethan's movements. He was going for something, but she had no idea.

"Ethan get fucking back here." Rachel mouthed, a frown wrinkled her face as her frustration grew.

"GNNARR." Came a metallic screeching sound. Once again, she found herself tightening the grip on her rifle, as she quickly tuned to the direction of the sound.

There was definitely something tearing the metal walls of the ship apart. It definitely wasn't friendly either.