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Simon, who could not stand the smell and sight of blood, vomited right on the captain's torn off leg. There left two more officers alive and the hunter decided to play with them. At first, he threw them up to the ceiling, and then dropped down to the floor with powerful blows. Neil, who thought he was going to go crazy amidst these pools of blood and pieces of bloody flesh, grabbed Simon by the sleeve of his jacket and tried to get him out of this hell. But Simon could not restrain himself on the slippery bloody floor and fell among the pieces of meat that only a minute ago were members of the crew.
"Boss, it's not time to lie down," Neil shouted, grabbing his leg. He did not even pay attention to Stan, because he was sure that Hunter would not touch him. "Can you not see that this beast has gone mad?" Neil added cursing and swearing. Simon grumbled something in return and vomited again. "Neil, wait for me!" Stan shouted, who was sitting near the wall and keeping his eyes on Hunter. He, by that time released from the body all three eyes and, adding to the other four limbs, three more, briskly ran around the control panel. "Umm first we get out your monster," Neil said and held out his hand to open the door. And at this moment Hunter struck a blow ... Neil, like a feather, was thrown into the air and flung with the invisible force to the control panel. "Stan, help me!" he roared, sliding on the floor and snatching the weapon. The first shot turned into a glass puddle overview screen, and the second one – the remains of the captain into the smoking mess. The control cabin at once filled with the smell of scorched hair, burnt meat, and evaporated blood, but surprisingly, it helped Simon came to his senses, and with difficulty on all fours, he also snatched his weapon and began to shoot down Hunter, who cleverly avoided the shots and kept generated the telepathic blows. "Do not kill him!" Stan shouted, trying to stop Simon from shooting. What happened in the next few minutes, he didn't know. Everything mixed up in his head, and Stan did not understand anything at all. If only Hunter calmed down after he killed the crew, Stan would understand it, but after he attacked Neil, Stan realized that the behavior of Hunter is unpredictable and goes beyond understanding. Previously, he didn't act like that. "You do not see that he rebelled," Simon said, trying to aim at Hunter. But Hunter easily evaded from the shot, and the beam of the weapon cut down the left wing of the control panel. A thin alarm signal sounded in the control cabin, and the ship's hull trembled for a second. The surviving displays lost energy supply and after a second attempt to recover, switched off. Bright before that, the lighting quickly began to darken, and soon the control cabin was lit only by the lights burning on the surviving part of the control panel. "Boss, we are in trouble," Neil said quietly, without risking getting out from under the table, which served him as a rather unreliable shelter, "the crew was destroyed by the hunter, the control panel damaged, and we will never be able to fix it ourselves," he said quickly, and before Simon could answer him, he fired again. Hunter, as before, dodged the beam, and the central part of the control panel flew into the air, showering them all with molten drops, into which the electronic stuffing of the control panel had turned. This time the spaceship sharply shook, and came out into the usual space, just half a kilometer from the surface of an unknown planet. For some time, the engines which still were in order kept it in the orbit of the exit from the subspace, but then they shot down, and the spaceship quickly began to lose altitude. "Oh God," Neil whispered, watching with wide open eyes how the surface of the unknown planet was approaching and expanding on the right screen. "This is the end," he added hoarsely and with all his strength pressed his feet against the wall, clinging simultaneously to the single leg of the chair, screwed to the floor. "Simon, try to do something." You're a pilot!" Stan shouted, who, not paying attention to the proximity of the blow, was searching with his hands over the blood-drenched floor, hoping to find the control unit of Hunter. "What do you want me to do?" Simon nevertheless managed to force himself to crawl to the right side of the control panel and grabbed it with his hands. "He's all smashed!" he said irritably. Stan did not answer him and what could he say? Not wanting to see what would happen next, he closed his eyes and prepared for a terrible blow, which must inevitably follow. The hull of a spaceship made in the wild jungle a curvy farrow about two hundred kilometers long, then crashed and cracked. The control cabin fell far away from the place where the fragments of the cargo hold landed. Several times, heavily overturned, the control cabin rolled down into a shallow ravine, burying the bodies of people under it. And the last thing Stan remembered in this chaos, which never seemed to end, was how something heavy fell on his back, pushing him face-down into a piece of bloody human flesh. Hunter was the luckiest one in the time of the crash. Hiding two eyes under the thick skin and leaving only one on his back, he burned a hole in the wall and disappeared. Probably he decided that there is nothing more to do for him on the ship where there is so much useless meat. Moving the fingers of his right hand, Stan grabbed something soft and, without opening his eyes, tried to figure out what it was. Why he did it, he did not know himself. But he still could not determine, and he slowly opened his eyes. Directly in front of his nose, he saw the floor all covered with blood stains and a crack that began at his face and stretched somewhere out of the way. Through the crack broke into the daylight, and one could see the gray stones and something green, which could well pass for the grass. For some time Stan stared at it stupidly, then moved his legs and, making sure that they obeyed him, tried to get up. After some effort, he succeeded, and he sat down, his back against the cold wall. The terrible noise was inside his head and it was hard for Stan to focus on what he saw before him. But, in the end, he managed to do it, and he realized that he was looking at Neil's leg, from which the boot slipped off. Apparently, it was his leg which he squeezed all this time. Shaking his head, Stan stood on all fours and slowly crawled to Neil. He was dead. This Stan identified at a first glance. Something heavy during the crash broke Neil's skull, and it was done in such a way that instead of a face, a bloody hole gaped. If not his blond hair, Stan would hardly have recognized that it was he but not Simon or someday else. The thought about the boss made him leave Neil, whom he could not help at all. On his fours he kept crawling around. After all that happened, Stan did not react to the puddles of blood and pieces of flash that were scattered in various places. When he with difficulty pulled out the smashed body of Simon, he was not at all surprised and frightened to see the mortal wound in his stomach, from which the entrails fell out and lay around the wheezing and blood-staining Simon. Yes, he was alive but not for a long time. For a moment Stan stared blankly at his holed stomach, then crawled away and found the captain's weapon. One shot in Simon's head stopped his anguish, and Stan was left alone. Still not realizing this and what happened to them all, he crawled with a weapon in his hand to the broken door and in two minutes he got out from under the wreckage. Staggering, he rose to his trembling knees, looking around. Part of the spaceship in which the control cabin was located lay now in the gorge and represented a miserable sight. But Stan did not care. Still thinking hard, he climbed onto the hull and lay on his back, arms outstretched. The bright sun had already sunk more than half its way through the cloudless sky, and Stan, after some time, came to the conclusion that a whole night had passed since the accident, and all this time he was unconscious. This thought did not cause him any feelings, and he slowly stroked the sun-heated metal. In such a trance, he lay for more than an hour, but when the back began to ache from immobility, he rolled over on his stomach and looked along the uneven canyon, where all over around were scattered fragments of the spaceship, broken appliances, things and ... a few fixed human bodies. Seeing them, Stan wanted to hail, but then thought that if they lay here all night, then it's useless to do it. They are probably all dead. "Hell," he cursed, not knowing whom he meant. "But if I'm alive, then maybe there's still someone else," he thought, slowly getting to his feet. Having looked around once more, Stan raised his head up and saw on the edge of the gorge some trees with a pinkish bark, with green branches and green leaves. The branches were barely noticeable moving, and the leaves were thick, as if there was air inside them. But whether it was in fact, Stan did not take it. In the first place, it did not interest him now, and secondly, he still felt bad. |
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