Do Not Breathe
by Gunnar De Winter
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.
The End
This story was first published on Thursday, October 3rd, 2019
