Personal Narrative: The Space Worker

CRUNCH! I heard outside my door and woke with a start. Something was pounding on my 3-inch thick metal door, making huge bulges and dents on it each time it hit it. I reached over for the auto scan, a red button that would scan the whole facility and see what or who was on It. As I slammed my fist onto the button, a few seconds later the sirens on the station blared to life ALERT ALERT! Unidentified life forms detected, in hallways 3-0-4-7 and 1, also detected in rooms 14-18-16-12-1-and 3. Suddenly the door rocketed off of its hinges and straight towards my window. I grabbed my metal bedpost and held on, wrapping my arms as tight as I could. Despite being 3 times reinforced glass my window shattered into a million pieces on impact, some of
The station was a Russian- American comprehensive project. Vladimir Putin had come up with the idea and if it worked out, U.S. and Russian governments would announce that they were working together in an effort to put an end to the feud between them. If it didn’t work out, we all had cyanide capsules that were unknowingly put in all our throats. We had found this out when we had to jettison someone's body into space because they didn’t chew something enough, and the food had knocked it into their throat. Right now was the time that the U.S. part of the station was asleep, we rotated shifts, but nothing was very formal. People from the Russian side came and went all the time, and so did the Americans. I hoped that the Russian side was sealed so that they could live, and help us. It was foolish, but I could
I went right. As the vent clanked behind me I went faster as something managed to reach up and scratch a thin line in my calf, and a little blood came out . I came to the first grate I saw, and dropped down, scrambling to a closet, pausing a second to look at what was behind me. I heard a Thud, then looked out and saw that it had just dropped down, and all it had to do was follow the blood, which led right to me. It suddenly lunged forward and ripped the closet door off its hinges. As it tried to eat my face, I blew its brains out with the shotgun I had taken from the weapons closet. Pretty good luck for me. I ran to the door and sealed it as one slammed into it. I looked around the room and saw that it was stocked full of weapons, and one crate even had a shoulder mounted rocket launcher with 2 or 3 extra rockets, and there was an escape shuttle! He could leave right now… no. I grabbed the rocket launcher but then set it down. I would go back to the surveillance room, then I would gather as many survivors as I could. After that I would tell them to start opening crates, and taking out the bullets and piling them each in a crate, and each crate would have a rocket on top so that when we set them off it would create a vacuum big enough that it couldn’t be contained, and all of the creatures would either be sucked into space of suffocate.