Lights on. The next few days would decide life or death, and Adam woke up shivering with stress. The final day was her,e and he could practically feel the ship come alive as the seconds ticked by. Even with the lights not changing, it was eerily bright.
He quickly changed into his uniform, a drab, single color affair compared to his more bright and impressive dress uniform. Lethargy seemed to cling to him while he finished grabbing the secondary equipment he would need for the day, as if Adam's body was desperately trying to convince itself not to walk out into the theater that was before him.
Adam's hands felt slick as he rubbed them together, his stride somehow feeling too short in the long and cold corridor. More and more of his peers joined him, almost all of them towering over him and boxing him into his thoughts even further.
