"Adrian!" He heard, followed by a dull pounding that resonated in his skull, a booming sensation that brought forth a headache that had been brewing for thirty years. "Adrian!" the voice called louder now, repeating over and over with the banging that made the inside of his skull sear in an ungodly pain. Eyes shot open, his view filled with that of one of his partners from the NASA venture, James. "What?" Adrian began to say, his mouth barely opening and words not forming in his mouth. "Adrian," James said with a look of relief now, "Thank god you made it." Fear spiked through Adrian at those words. What could James have meant by that? Adrian's eyes moved about, scanning the chamber for the emergency release mechanism that would allow him freedom, though right now the only part of his body that seemed to still be loyal were his eyes. It wasn't long after his eyes opened that the chamber door dropped down, allowing Adrian to be met with the stale, terror filled air, that existed in most of the ship. James caught Adrian as he tried to step out, immediately dropping to the ground. "Give it a few moments Adrian. You stay here, I'm gonna try to get a hold of the rest of us." James reassured Adrian, giving him a pat on the back before helping him onto the cool floor.

People rushed past, some still remaining in their chambers and slowly the puzzle began to fall into place in Adrian's mind. Some system had failed and the ship's emergency protocol had been started. When he got a better look of the chamber across from his it became clear how dire the situation was. The resident of the chamber was dead, her face twisted and pale, her skin tight and stretched across bone. He could only guess the woman's chamber malfunctioned and took her life with it. "Christ," Adrian managed to work out of his throat, the words thick and unpleasant like molasses. Adrian's eyes blinked slowly, his body still incredibly fatigued, and looked down at himself to remind him of what he was wearing. It was his usual off-the-job get up of blue jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt that was just loose enough to breathe. It was by his feet that Adrian noticed his pack, a convenient bag that he could sling over his shoulders, on that wouldn't weigh him down that much. Especially in the reduced gravity of the ship.

Minutes passed by and James had yet to return. Adrian took the pack and brought the straps over his shoulders, understanding that time was of the essence and that he could rest when he was dead. Now, getting the pack on was the easy part. Standing up... Not so much. Adrian couldn't say with confidence that his limbs wouldn't burst as he brought himself up onto his feet which shook with uncertainty. The air tasted more foul outside of his chamber, Adrian had begun to notice. As if it were going rotten. A wayward glance reminded him of the corpse. The air was definitely rotten. He could only guess from the markers on the walkway that everyone was expected to evacuate the ship immediately, but there was a problem with that. Adrian couldn't leave without the equipment in the cargo hold. Not if they had any intention of surviving that on this god foresaken world that is.

"Hey," Adrian called out to the few people that were still by their chambers, "we can't abandon ship yet. I help getting some vital cargo." Just saying those words alone dragged more energy out of him then he would have liked to admit.