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Eric’s gone. I can’t stop my hands from shaking, and my heart feels like it’s on fire.

I’ve locked myself in my quarters with the last rations of food I could find. I doubt I’ll need them. Whatever’s out there, the door won’t hold. Four inches of steel. Might as well be made of paper.

Eric. I saw him dragged away. He was screaming.

And I ran. Like a coward. Turned and ran. Didn’t even try to help him.

I can still hear him screaming. My heart is pounding. Maybe I’ll have a heart attack. Anything’s better than what’s coming.