The sight that greeted us upon our arrival to the area was eerie. Thirteen ships of all shapes and sizes silently drifting in space. Heck, one of those ships was almost the size of the old troopship. It was creepy enough to be the beginning of the rising action to a horror story, which meant I turned on my mental Horror-Character-Alert-System. You see, if I ever get into a situation that feels like it could make a horror movie, I instantly assume I’m in a horror movie, and therefore make sure I don’t start thinking like a horror movie character. It’s pretty simple, since it just means I use common sense, but when you’re in a horror movie, using common sense becomes nearly impossible. It basically boils down to carrying a weapon, not splitting up, looking up now and then, not giving away yo
