Spencer’s laser rifle dropped to his side sending a metallic clang echoing through the ship’s empty hallway. Hours earlier he awoke in a silent spacecraft; floating, unmanned.
It was a vacation to Mars meant to relax and center him. Instead, he battled screaming, green alien bugs with an unnerving desire to eat his ankles. He was coated in orange blood, but the waves of enemies had finally come to an end.
As he slowly calmed, speakers aboard the ship crackled to life. “Spencer,” a voice said.
“You’ve been pranked!” The voice cackled.
“This is why I left earth!” Spencer screamed.