“Someone’s going to have to go out there.”
There was silence in the break room. Everyone at the table concentrated on their plate.
“The comm dish has to be repaired so we can talk to the ship—”
“So you do it.” Trent muttered. Everyone stopped breathing for a moment. “What? None of us signed on for this. I’m not some fuckin’ action hero. There weren’t supposed to be monsters.”
Dr Fields said, “These local lifeforms aren’t monsters, they’re just—“
“Yeah,” Trent interrupted, “Tell that to the eighteen people that got eaten when the fuckin’ ‘not monsters’ breached your precious fence.”
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