During this time his thoughts had been occupied with three matters: were the others still alive, and if so where were they? Would he encounter any more monsters? And his primary consideration, how was he going to get off this hell ship? Not for the first time, he caught a whiff of the stench that shrouded him. He longed to step into a warm shower, but that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Though he had encountered doors in the left and right corridor walls, he'd decided to keep to the main path. He would only risk entering a side exit if danger presented itself, something he was certain eventually would. Though fear was his constant companion, he'd managed to hold it in check. Confidence gained by his recent escapes from what he'd first thought was certain death encouraged him he could do so again if the need arose. He just had to make sure he didn't panic. If he did, he would die. He paused at the door that blocked his progress.
