If you’ve just joined in, start at the beginning here. Lucas took a deep breath, he wasn’t in his space suit anymore. His limbs had weight, sinking into the pad beneath him, and there was breathable air. But where was he? He opened his eyes. A light flickered above, reminiscent of the dying fluorescent lights in the period horror vids Camila loved. The tempo of alternating light and dark turned his stomach. He rolled to his side and vomited onto the floor beside the cot he lay on. Rolling onto his back, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the smell.
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