I am in outer space. I look at my wrist. There’s an indicator on it telling me I have ten minutes of oxygen left. When it runs out, I will not be able to breathe.
I hear something behind me. There’s no sound in space. It’s like a screech. I don’t know what it is. I turn around. I see my ship.
I wonder if it’s possible to get back to the ship. We had been delivering something. I don’t remember what it was. Was I ever told? I look at my wrist. Five minutes already? I don’t think I was ever told what I was delivering. All I was told was not to touch it.
I hear the screech behind me again. I try to turn around. I set myself spinning. My eyes widen as I see it in the distance. It’s like a shadow, a screeching shadow. I check my wrist. Seven minutes. The thing comes closer. I’m spinning around, and each time I turn to face it again, it’s closer. The Ship behind it is beyond repair. That’s clear. There’s no hope for me.
The shadow never moves when I look at it. It’s just closer when I face it the next time. I check my wrist. I have Three and a half minutes to live. I feel short of breath. I can see the creature now. It’s much closer.
My heart beats. I feel sweat dripping down my face. I look at my wrist. I have just over four minutes. When I look up, it’s only feet away. I look into its eyes. I look down at my oxygen indicator. It’s out. I have no time left. The creature reaches out to grab me. My eyes widen, and then close. I can feel the creature sticking its hand through my suit and squeezing on my heart.