[i]Day 91, 4:36am Somewhere in deep space[/i] [hider=Space Suits] Suit Design, secon and third from the left [img]http://orig15.deviantart.net/875f/f/2016/307/d/4/presentation_early_concepts___old_world___explorat_by_livingdreament-dan8vp4.jpg[/img] [/hider] Lights flicker on a small space craft as it scans the ruins of a large vessel. Two people drift from the small craft to the larger one and enter through a tear in the hull. "Do you think we'll find anything?" One of them said to the other. "If I didn't, we wouldn't be looking would we?" The first person shook their head, "Yeah I suppose. Sorry, haven't been sleeping well lately." They both continued pulling themselves forward, drifting through the hollow ship. "I don't blame you. When everything and everyone you know suddenly cease to exist, I find it hard to sleep too." There was an eery silence. Any possible sound lost in the vacuum of space. The one taking lead, a white man in his fourties with a balding head, looked at a device on his wrist, "Nothing picking up on my scanner so far. This ship might be a bust after all." They grabbed the frame of a doorway one after another and thrusted themselves forward into the next room. "Wait I'm picking something up on my scanner." The woman behind him said. She was of Asian decent with short black hair that without the restriction of the helmet, would curl around her head at an angle towards her chin. "What is it, some supplies? We could use some fuel right now." The woman shook her head, "No. It's not that it's..." The man looked back, "What is it?" She looked up, the light inside her helmet showing her look of shock and disbelief across her face. "It's life." Then a look of terror spread across her face, "LOOK OUT!" The man threw his arms up forward out of instinct but the moment he turned his attention forward something pierced through the visor of his helmet. He grabbed onto the object and kicked his feet forward. Standing in an upright position being held in space by the object holding his helm and the lack of gravity. He took deep breaths, sweat pouring down his face. "I'm okay, whatever pierced my visor must be blocking the hole." His lights were out from the damage, he made careful attempts to smack the helmet just enough to try and get the lights to return without pushing forward into whatever object was mere centimeters from his face. "Come on, come on, damn you. Work!" As he shouted and gave one last hit, the lights cut on revealing what was protruding into his helmet. "Is that...stone?" The stalactite-like stone began to flicker and glow a bright orange. "Crystal?!" He exclaimed in horror, as soon as he did the crystal pushed forward in a jolt and went through his mouth and out the back of his helmet. The woman screamed, "AGGGHHHHH!!!!" She turned and made a desperate attempt to get back to their ship. Bouncing across walls pushing herself forward. She felts pains all across her. that's when she realized something decorating the ships interior. Little shards of crystal. They hadn't noticed before because it was inactive and blended in with the metal. Now it was bright and alive. In her attempt to escape she had doomed herself. Little cuts were throughout her suit. Oxygen levels were depleting, and a burning and draining sensation spread throughout her body. Through her arms, up her stomach, she clenched at her chest. Her heart was racing, pounding, it felt like her heart was going to explode! The ship lights flickered. The hole of the vessel reflecting back the light as it cut on and off. Then slowly, only seen between the flashes of light, a suit drifted. It's limbs limp. She and her partner had joined the trillions dead. Another body in space.