The Wretched – Part 2

The Wretched Book Cover

Here’s my initial play through of the Wretched. You can read my review and thoughts on this post here.

Day 1:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

The other members of the crew are dead, and the engines remain non-operational, though ship integrity remains good and life support systems are still active. I successfully jettisoned the intruder from the airlock, but it remains alive and continues to try to access the ship. With a little luck I can repair the distress beacon, and somebody will pick me up.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 2:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

The worst possible thing that would happen has happened. The engines got cooked in a fire and I had to jettison them to save the rest of the U.S.S. Sanford. Now, the only way, the only way, for me out of this situation is by repairing the distress beacon. But before I can get to that I had to fix some structural issues with the ship today. Some small inner hull breaches that were leaking my O2 into the outer hull. While I was making those repairs that I came up with a list of the five places best suited to hide from the creature, if I had to. The bay has some hiding spots in amongst the salvage and storage continuers down there. Inside the computer room might be good; although it gets pretty warm in there and it is a bit cramped. The storage lockers outside the Officer’s Mess and the closet in my quarters would also be good. Lastly, the maintenance crawlway under the main deck but it’s hard to access and really tight. Hopefully, tomorrow I can start on the beacon.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 3:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

I found some kind of molted skin left behind by the creature. It resembles snake skin…assuming the snake was about as large as a man. After, eating down in the galley, I re-entered the bridge and the door locked behind me. The damn system wouldn’t disengage. After a few hours I replaced some wiring and bypassed the keypad. It should be ok now; I just can’t lock the door. Hopefully, if that thing gets inside, it isn’t smart enough to open doors. I was thinking today about Rachel. We had been on the Sanford for several months and we were spending more and more of our off-duty time together. It certainly made this long tour more bearable. I remember the last thing I said to her, “I’ll see you in the morning.” No the most romantic thing, I know. I wish it had been something more profound. I never thought I would never see her again. I grabbed a rifle out Hansen’s hands today. Figured it was about time I carried a weapon all the time. Now that things seem to be ok and I’ve fixed everything, at least for today, it gives me some comfort to know I have it. It sucked taking it from Hansen. I mean, yeah, he doesn’t need it anymore, but it was his. It felt like I was taking part of him away from him. While I was walking around the ship today on my daily rounds, I found myself uttering a phrase over and over again. “Just me, myself and I. Just me, myself and I.” I hope I’m not going crazy.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 4:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

Artificial gravity system failed today. Pain in the ass. Had to haul myself through the ship to get to it and spent most of the day repairing a bad motivator. Then to top it all off, the life support is making a bad grinding noise. I assume it’s the scrubber starting to go on the blink. That would be shit. I need to look at it, but I’m tired. Trying to keep this bucket afloat is like rearranging deck chairs on a sinking yacht. Yeah, I’m running out of gas. It’s only been 4 days, but it feels like months.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 5:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

I can see the creature outside skittering around on the hull. I don’t understand why it isn’t dead. Damn thing is indestructible. Did it attack us to defend itself or is it looking for more space to control? While I was keeping an eye on it, something came over the comms. It was a voice. Muffled, garbled, hissing, buzzing. It was the alien. I am sure of it. It said, “You will die.” I could see it near the airlock that I had blown it out of. It was clawing and scratching at it, trying to get in again. I was making my rounds and came across a journal in Wiersbeski’s quarters. I try not to rifle through my crew’s belongings but sometimes I need a break from the routine and the constant repairs. I was flipping through it, and he mentioned how much he missed his canoe. I guess he used to fish a lot on the lake near his home. I miss fishing too. I miss home. I jettisoned the lander today too. It was pretty frigged up after the asteroid collision last week and I was hoping I could distract the creature. I don’t think it worked. I lost sight of the creature later and as I was making my way past the Officer’s Mess, and looking in and seeing all the bodies, I could’ve sworn I saw something move. Damn it! That thing better not have found a way in.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 6:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

I was thinking about Wiersbeski today. After reading through his journal, I remember him trying to fend off the creature and buying us all some time. Damn guy always thought himself some kind of action hero. He tried. I didn’t. While everyone was getting slaughtered, I hid in my quarters under my bunk. Like a god-damned child. Anyway, it occurred to me that the dream he was telling us a few weeks ago was as if he knew we were going to get attacked. He said in his dream, that everyone died except one of us, but he didn’t know who. Just a faceless survivor, I guess. Maybe if we believed it as some sort of premonition; maybe more of would be alive; maybe all of us would be alive. How could we have known.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 7:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

A week now. Damn sewage silo sprung a leak. Wish I could figure out a way to vent that shit into space. Creature can choke on that. Then it got worse, naturally. The main power system failed. I had to cannibalize the backup system to repair it. If that power system fails again, I’m screwed. I can’t see the creature outside, but I can hear scraping coming from somewhere. It sounds close. I mean could it have found a way in. Something I missed? Maybe the air vents. Shit.  I wonder what he/she/it calls itself? Bob? Maybe. Wouldn’t that be something?  I don’t know how much longer I can go on.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 8:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

Thank God. I fixed the distress beacon. I’m transmitting now on full power. Hopefully someone out on the colonies will hear it, home i on it, and get me off this wreck. I just hope the ship, and me, can hold out until then.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 9:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

While on the way to the water plant, I saw McAvoy dead body in her quarters. She was clutching a brown teddy bear her daughter gave her. I remember she called it Beth. After her daughter. I rummaged through her things and came across the hyperspanner. Been looking for one of those. Hopefully it will come in handy especially since the water and waste filtration system is on the blink. Water tastes faintly of ammonia. Not sure i can fix it.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 10:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

Scanners are picking up something at the extreme edge of their range. It comes in and blinks out. Maybe it’s a ship! Maybe they’ve tracked me on the distress beacon – which is still working. I can still hear the faint scraping I heard a few days ago. Still no sign of the creature outside. [bing] There it is again. I wish I had some other way to signal whatever it is out there. It could be nothing. It could be a malfunction; it could be an asteroid. Damn, it’s gone again.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 11:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

It was getting difficult to breath and I checked the scrubber. Definitely screwed up. I fixed it…for now. The frigging creature somehow detached the habitat module from the ship trying to find a way in.  On the plus side, at least I know the creature is still out there. But y quarters are gone. So much for  soft place to sleep.

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

Day 12:

Salvage ship U.S.S. Sanford. Flight Engineer Alan Carter reporting.

The lighting on the Sanford started flickering and went out. I do not need to be in the dark in this rust bucket. While making my way to the crawl space between decks, I saw the scratches and tears in the deck plating from the creature. To think that it’s giant claws could do that to the steel…Anyway, went into the crawl way and found the source of the lighting issue. Now I have light again. But I noticed other systems barely hanging on. The beacon is still running but no answer, No rescue yet. And that radar ping hasn’t appeared for nearly 24 hours now. I don’t know….

This is Alan Carter, the last survivor of the U.S.S. Sanford, signing off.

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