Bad Day Part 2

[Jaylen Falco 0]

It was quiet now...too quiet. Most of the conduits have stopped buzzing and sparking, which made the area darker than ever. Then there was Jack. Poor Jack Wilson. Jaylen truely wished there was something he could have done to keep him alive, but Jack couldn't have been reached. There was a large chunk of bulkhead that sparated Jaylen from him. The only thing he could do was squeeze his arm through and grabs Jack's hand to try to comfort him in his last moments.

 

Now Jaylen was alone. He was beginning to feel weaker and light headed. It was unclear as to why. Perhaps it was a concusion and he was going into shock. Maybe it was a lack of oxygen in the room. Or it could have just been that he was tired. Whatever the reason, Jaylen was drifting off. The only thing he could think of before he finally went to sleep was "where was that damned rescue team?"

 

For a moment though, he thought he might have heard someone's voice, but Jaylen was at the point of no return and soon fell asleep.