With most of the crew dead, and those who are left very much aware of it, I had no choice but to come up from the darkness. The fear of these men is so strong, its invading all of my senses. The smell and taste and touch of it don’t thrill me like they used to.
They don’t look back. They don’t even speak to each other. My presence hangs over them. It alone cannot kill them, but it certainly kills their spirits.
I honestly don’t understand such fear on their part when I am huddled in the only corner that is safe for me, and the sun comes through the window close enough that it makes a glare on my screen. Between the two of them, and with an unexpected action, it’s quite possible that they could get the better of me. I owe my complete safety to the fact that they are both too frightened to find out.