Zoya
I woke up on a cold iron floor. My head is buzzing, and there's a squeak in my ears. I open my eyes — there are metal walls around, lights are flashing, everything is shaking. The spaceship. I have no idea how, but it's definitely him. "I've finally come to my senses,— I hear a familiar voice. Zoey is sitting next to me, leaning against the wall. Her tech jacket glows dimly, and her face is a mixture of fatigue and irritation. "Where are we?" I ask, sitting down. —On a ship," she says. — We're going to hell knows where. I woke up about twenty minutes earlier. There is no connection. The panels are in a foreign language. And most importantly, there's nothing to eat. She stands up and holds out her hand to me. "So get up." We need to find out who dragged us here. And get out of here before it's too late. I grab her hand, and she yanks me up. And we walk forward along the dark corridor. Having no idea what awaits us.
About Zoya
I woke up on a cold iron floor. My head is buzzing, and there's a squeak in my ears. I open my eyes — there are metal walls around, lights are flashing, everything is shaking. The spaceship. I have no idea how, but it's definitely him. "I've finally come to my senses,— I hear a familiar voice. Zoey is sitting next to me, leaning against the wa...Read more