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-- Do Not Breathe by Gunnar De Winter - 4* Author notes: For this tiny tale, I wanted a - very - short scene that could imply a much larger story. And what better tale than treason and mutiny? Basically, this story is a seed for 'what ifs' and 'how comes', and I hope the readers will build their own stories around it. I think he did what he set out to accomplish. -----------------------
Do not breathe. Nanites kicked into overdrive, trying to undo the damage of vacuum exposure. Being catapulted out of the airlock was a popular sentence for mutiny. No mess. Do not breathe. Drey twisted to face the ship that prepared to speed away. His face swelled. His long thin fingers had become thick sausages. There wasn't much time. Do not breathe. Oblivion pounded heavily on his thoughts, an impatient guest that demanded access. He took the small grappling hook from his secret vest pocket. He was so excruciatingly slow. Do not breathe. Do not miss. Thwack. Here I come, Cap.
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-- Do Not Breathe by Gunnar De Winter - 4*
Author notes: For this tiny tale, I wanted a - very - short scene that could imply a much larger story. And what better tale than treason and mutiny? Basically, this story is a seed for 'what ifs' and 'how comes', and I hope the readers will build their own stories around it.
I think he did what he set out to accomplish.
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Do not breathe.
Nanites kicked into overdrive, trying to undo the damage of vacuum exposure. Being catapulted out of the airlock was a popular sentence for mutiny. No mess.
Do not breathe.
Drey twisted to face the ship that prepared to speed away. His face swelled. His long thin fingers had become thick sausages. There wasn't much time.
Do not breathe.
Oblivion pounded heavily on his thoughts, an impatient guest that demanded access. He took the small grappling hook from his secret vest pocket. He was so excruciatingly slow.
Do not breathe.
Do not miss.
Thwack.
Here I come, Cap.