Peppy and Sam seemed to have mended their fences, but the possibility of losing Peppy in the field was ever present. As proud as Joel was of his dog-thing for saving their job and their lives, he was happier knowing Peppy was safe on the ship right now.
Cody arched while sitting, trying to stretch his back, then resumed the search.
They didn’t move far before finding something. Cody shined his light on the wall of the tunnel. A hole had been chewed through it. Cody laid down and did his best to forget about the fact that he was probably smearing rat feces and infinite bacteria all over the front of him.
“This is it. But there’s no way we’re fitting through here.”
The hole opened into another narrow space, not a tunnel or intentional space, more like the absence of something, a space cr
