Chapter Eighteen
I kicked backward with everything I had, and I could have cried with happiness when I felt my boot connect. The kick wasn’t hard enough to do any real damage, but it certainly caught him off guard. Joe’s hand fell away, and I scrabbled at the ground, fingers sliding over cold, smooth floor.
Found a purchase. Lurched to my feet, then stumbled onward, as fast as I could manage.
Joe was close, though; I could hear his lumbering footsteps behind me. I knew the ship well, had walked its halls in my dreams, but with this silty, nightmarish red all around, the doors to either side were strange to me.
Except, as I rounded a corner, for one door, with its familiar map of the ship emblazoned beside it on the wall. That map shone through the red like a lighthouse through a storm.
