The air was cold and the room was dark as she stepped on to the slightly damp floor. The inside of the decimated ship smelled even worse of dead animals and rotten plants. Gayoon walked barefoot on the ground, ignoring the iciness under her feet. The shoes she wore would have echoed throughout the ship and attracted attention to her, something she was keen to avoid. Her gun was raised as she made her way to the chamber Yumi had pointed at.
The rats scurried out of her way as she walked while there were sounds of water dripping in various places. The air was so cold that she could see her breath. She passed through the once lavish dining hall which was now nothing more than a dilapidated room.
Suddenly something crashed behind her and she turned around quickly, ready to shoot. To her relief, it was just a cat.
