SPACEIPLIER: Not My Time

Someone was screaming. Their voice was wrecked, as if they’d been screaming for hours. Had it been hours? Or longer? Shorter? Time was faded. Sounds were blending together. The voice was desperate, a hoarse cry, warbling as if they could barely get any air into their lungs. Each scream was punctuated by a dry gasp.

The screams weren’t angry. No malice, but the harsh howl of someone who was scared. No… they weren’t just scared.

The screams were terrified.