Man of War – Excerpt No. 5

He stood up from one of the bunks, his knees creaking from the joins having frozen. He might have been a vampire, but even he could freeze if temperatures got low enough. For now he could deal with the discomfort while he waited. 

The man weaved slowly past the bodies, keeping his eyes focused on the large white bulkhead ahead. For centuries time had been on his side, endless and entirely irrelevant to his existence. Now the sands of time were beginning to run low… soon that last grain would run through to the bottom.

The thought of meeting his end was in itself comforting. The idea of being stuck alone in an orbiting space station for eternity would have driven him insane. I can’t not think of a worse way to go… alive but mindless…