It took her a moment to gather her mind to one piece. This wasn’t the world she had been in, because she had a needle stuck to her hand. So, clearly she was back to the reality. She was also starving. To get her body return to its normal stability, she went to a drawer not far from the bed and took a food pill from the top drawer. It tasted like chicken and baked potato and she immediately felt more energetic and pulled the needle out despite the sting of pain it caused her.
Only after that she realized that the lights weren’t on. They should have been on. Smith was supposed to be fighting the enemy and turning the lights off wouldn’t work as camouflage when it was most likely still quite light outside.
The hallways were dark, too. She couldn’t see around herself much. There weren’t any windows. She went to the controls room, the door was open but there wasn’t anyone there. Her heart was beating fast in her ears. Could it be that the neudroids had gotten to Gamma and Anette? What else could possibly explain the darkness and that there were no sign of them anywhere around?
She tried the intercom at one side of the room, only realizing the futility of it after there was no reply. ”Idiot. No power, no intercom.” She huffed. It seemed impossible to think the enemy had won. Gamma never lost, it was part of his charm; despite taking everything lightly on the outside, Gamma never lost. It was like a law in her head. He might mess up sometimes, but he never lost. This single thought giving her hope, she started going through the ship one room at the time. Most of the rooms seemed to be just storages, filled with weird things.
There wasn’t a soul waiting behind any door after she’d used all her strength to open them. And the doors were heavy, everytime she used her power to push them aside she had to hold them as she took a look inside because otherwise they would slide right back to their places. This was tiring her very fast.
After ten or so doors she had to slide down against a wall to rest. ”Gamma,” she tried to yell, between the huffs and puffs as her body tried to build up some left-over energy. ”Anette?” Her voice was echoing from the hallway walls without the usual purring of the engines coming to its way.
No one replied to her calls, so she forced herself up and knocked on the next door. ”Anyone there?” She tried, hoping for a reply. But still, when there wasn’t one, she set her hands against the door and took a deep breath before starting pushing it. It opened slowly, taking several pushes to fit her body between it and the frame. No one, but she had had to make sure there wasn’t anyone unconscious or something similar inside there.
There hadn’t really been much hope left inside her heart after so many empty rooms, but still her head dropped in disappointment. She closed her eyes and took another breath, then she gave the door one strong push and moved out of its way as it slid closed. She looked behind her back, where there was...