[center][h2]Anastasia[/h2][/center]

Anastasia nodded to the crewmember's question. 

"If it wasn't true I wouldn't have these two holes poked through my right lung now would I? I came here because this is the last place I know of that is safe. Everywhere else is either avoiding me, shunning me or outright trying to kill me."

Anastasia got up, her breathing heavy. Her shirt was ripped open, checking herself to see how bad the injury was. She wobbled over to look for the captain's pod, viewing over all of them. Going down the row, she found it.

"This one."

She punched the button. It was taking too long to open, prompting her. She drove her fist through the glass causing the liquid to spill everywhere.

"Wake up captain, your crew needs you."