The Station, Part 27 cont.

My guides have stopped. Both of them are pointing over the slight rise of the grassland. What are they pointing at? I can’t see anything. Now they’ve stepped off to either side of me, away from each other. They’re looking right at me too. Like they expect me to do something. Well, I guess I will do something. Find out just why the hell they insist on pointing at nothing to be exact. Let’s take a walk ahead of these two little guys and see…just…what…

I’m home.

All I had to do was take a few more steps. In any other direction I would have easily missed her tower in the tall grasses. She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Give me a little time. My objectivity just went away for now. But please understand. I didn’t know I missed her this much. I wish you could see her too.

I’ve found her. I’ve found Frontier.

Why is she here in the first place? Honestly, I don’t give shit right now. She’s here and that’s all that matters.

She’s still sealed tight, just like I left her. The unlock code still works. Door’s opening, so that means we’ve still got power. That’s a very good sign. Finally. Finally I’m going to get out of this fucking deathtrap of an excursion suit. The inner door is opening. The lights are one and I’m home! So fuck you, whoever brought me here! Go fuck yourselves! This thing’s coming off right now. I’ll be out of contact for a bit. Gonna take a long ass shower and eat some real goddamn food for a change. Hold on. Something’s not right. There’s a hull breach alarm going off. I must have somehow set it off when I came in. I’ll tell the computer to shut it off. Hang on. My speakers are picking up a noise. It’s coming from the inner hull. Something’s gotten inside. Now it’s behind one of the bulkheads. Damn, whatever it is, it’s moving really fucking fast. In another bulkhead now. I’m effectively surrounded. I’m evacuated—it’s coming from under the door. That weed thing is sliding under the door. That door’s supposed to be sealed tight How is it coming from under it? It’s really moving. Gotta get out of here. It’s under the other door! What the hell is this? Both sides are coming in fast. Where do I go? I’m in real trouble here! Fuck the stuff is on my boot. It’s really. Get off me! Get off me! It’s twisting over the suit. Getting tight. It’s on my helmet! I can hear its little tendrils popping the seal. It’s gotten under my visor. It’s in here with me. Touching my face. Tickling my nostrils. It’s in my nose. Touching my cheeks and now my lips—

It’s inside me! Ah— (Unintelligible)