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Antony Blacke was dirty and frightened and looked around at the slightest sound. He had made it to deck five in the hope of getting on board one of the lifeboats and disappearing into the horizon. He wanted this nightmare to end so he could go back to his old life. He coughed as he inhaled a strange mixture of smells that he wasn’t familiar with. Blacke looked around at the sight of the devastation but paid it no heed; he was only interested in the bulkhead doors that led to his salvation. Blacke’s smile faded as he saw the blackened edges and the damage on the door. He froze for a brief moment that seemed like forever to him. As he looked at the handless door, all his hopes of escape melted away. He screamed and ran at the door, smashing it with his fists and begging for it to open
