After a late night posting on the Escapist, you go to bed, as usual.
You wake up freezing.
You can't tell if your eyes are open, or if it's pitch black. A harsh light blinks on above you, and you see frosted glass right in front of your eyes. You find yourself inside what looks to be a white padded coffin. You try to say something, but you find that your mouth is enclosed by a re-breather mask. You try to move an arm to tear it off, but your muscles feel sluggish. You tilt your head forward and feel yourself falling toward the frosted glass. The weight of your body is enough to push it open...
Welcome to the future.
You are a prisoner aboard a deep space vessel. You had been placed in deep cryogenic hibernation in order to serve consecutive life sentences. It has been hundreds of years since then, and malfunctions in the prison ship's life support systems have awakened you from your enforced slumber. However, you are not alone. Other prisoners are also on board, some of them having woken up before you.
Post how you would survive this situation, using anything you see or know at your disposal. This includes knowledge of martial arts, or simply out and out violence. However, it can only be what you have learned or know how to do, or have done in real life.
You wake up freezing.
You can't tell if your eyes are open, or if it's pitch black. A harsh light blinks on above you, and you see frosted glass right in front of your eyes. You find yourself inside what looks to be a white padded coffin. You try to say something, but you find that your mouth is enclosed by a re-breather mask. You try to move an arm to tear it off, but your muscles feel sluggish. You tilt your head forward and feel yourself falling toward the frosted glass. The weight of your body is enough to push it open...
You fall face first onto the deck. Dull pain registers in your body, but your body's only concern is that you are still freezing. With labored effort, you turn yourself around so that you're lying flat on your back. You get your first glimpse of the coffin that held you. It's cylindrical and sterile and gunmetal gray. You see a red light flashing urgently within your now empty capsule. You're slowly getting your sense of hearing back when you start to notice the klaxons blaring in time with the red light. You also hear footsteps coming, the sound of heavy boots echoing on the surface of the ice cold deck you're lying on...
You crawl backwards, using your legs and elbows, away from your capsule...only to bump into another one. You look up and see the same type of cylinder as your ice-cold coffin. You look left and right, see rows upon rows of them in either direction. Slowly and painfully, you manage to hide behind the capsule you bumped into, just as the deafening sound of boots clattered to a stop.
"He's gone." The voice was deep, an edge of violence in its tone.
"Or she's gone," remarked a voice that seemed to belong to someone you wouldn't want to touch, much less trust. "Could be a she...I hope she's a she. We could do with a lot more she's."
"Whoever they are, they can't have gotten far." You hear one set of boots walking away, forceful and hurried by the sound of its stride. You hear the other set of boots still skulking nearby...
"I wonder what she looks like..." the slimy voice asked itself. "I wonder what she smells like?!"
Against all common sense, you take a quick peek from around the capsule you're hiding behind. You see a humanoid form hunched over your empty coffin, sniffing its confines and licking the frosted glass with glee. A reflection from the glass must have betrayed your presence, because the creature quickly turns around and growls, brandishing a sharp object in its hand.
You crawl backwards, using your legs and elbows, away from your capsule...only to bump into another one. You look up and see the same type of cylinder as your ice-cold coffin. You look left and right, see rows upon rows of them in either direction. Slowly and painfully, you manage to hide behind the capsule you bumped into, just as the deafening sound of boots clattered to a stop.
"He's gone." The voice was deep, an edge of violence in its tone.
"Or she's gone," remarked a voice that seemed to belong to someone you wouldn't want to touch, much less trust. "Could be a she...I hope she's a she. We could do with a lot more she's."
"Whoever they are, they can't have gotten far." You hear one set of boots walking away, forceful and hurried by the sound of its stride. You hear the other set of boots still skulking nearby...
"I wonder what she looks like..." the slimy voice asked itself. "I wonder what she smells like?!"
Against all common sense, you take a quick peek from around the capsule you're hiding behind. You see a humanoid form hunched over your empty coffin, sniffing its confines and licking the frosted glass with glee. A reflection from the glass must have betrayed your presence, because the creature quickly turns around and growls, brandishing a sharp object in its hand.
You are a prisoner aboard a deep space vessel. You had been placed in deep cryogenic hibernation in order to serve consecutive life sentences. It has been hundreds of years since then, and malfunctions in the prison ship's life support systems have awakened you from your enforced slumber. However, you are not alone. Other prisoners are also on board, some of them having woken up before you.
Post how you would survive this situation, using anything you see or know at your disposal. This includes knowledge of martial arts, or simply out and out violence. However, it can only be what you have learned or know how to do, or have done in real life.
