Chapter 100: Onboard the Wretched Steel Sow
The moment my boots touched down inside the Thanatos, I knew I was going to regret not bringing a goddamn hazmat suit.
The corridors were dark, rusting, and reeked of blood that had been cleaned just enough to piss off a forensic team. Hull panels looked like they'd been kicked in by drunken ogres, and the walls were stained with an enthusiastic medley of grime, oil, and what I desperately hoped was just old coolant.
It was a ship that looked like it had survived three civil wars and a barbecue.
"Why does this place look like a pigsty?" I asked aloud, dragging a gloved finger across the bulkhead beside me.
The smear it picked up? Blood. Dirt. Probably some questionable protein paste. My gauntlet looked like it had finger-painted on a cadaver.
