Everything was red.
I opened my eyes slowly, wincing as the world came into focus. The emergency lights were flashing; sparks sputtered from a broken panel to my right. Then I remembered. The impact.
I pulled myself up. Somewhere in the background the computer was warning about a hull breach, spouting the emergency quarantine protocol. It was a Delta Three priority — but to be honest I didn't really care at the moment.
Bang. At the door. Whatever had gotten onto the ship was outside, right now. At least the lockdown would buy me some time.
The computer chimed. "Override authentication accepted. Have a nice day."
I always hated machines.