Station Omega
Determining that staying any longer would be a risk, you pivot and head back toward the command deck with purpose. The sound of your own footsteps bouncing off the walls sends a chill down your spine, and you instinctively glance behind, scanning for any sign of movement.Moving away from the hatch, you peer into the corridor, alert for any disturbance. Each flicker of the emergency lights seems to animate the shadows, compelling you to examine every darkened space for signs of life.You press the wrench firmly against the hatch's edge, straining against the resistance until the metal begins to bend. At last, the hatch relents with a sharp groan, unveiling the shadowy maintenance shaft lying just beyond.You spot a storage crate within arm's reach and drag it to the hatch, stacking it securely as a makeshift barricade. Your hands tremble as you pile on scattered debris, each scrape of metal against metal amplifying your fear of what lurks beyond.