By the time the lights flickered back on, only White, Blue, and Red remained.
They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)
Red checked the tablet. The "Ship Integrity" bar was a healthy green, but the atmosphere in the Cafeteria was anything but. Blue and Yellow were whispering by the emergency button. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan. By the time the lights flickered back on,
"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list." With a hollow thump , Blue was gone,
Red felt the familiar, cold pulse in his chest—the hunger that wasn’t for food, but for the silence that followed a scream. He wasn't a crewmate. He was a passenger in a stolen skin.
No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle.
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