Life Pod 3579

Dear diary, or however these things are suppose to start.

Here I am in the middle of space with the survivors of Her Majesties Grace. Why didn’t I take the neeblejet? I would have been home by now. At some unearthly hour of the morning the ship simply exploded, no one knows why but it just did. Then again we are in the middle of a war zone. My instincts took control as I ran to the nearest life pod to find 11 others had made it before me. Good thing I stayed awake for the safety operations film. I was also lucky because as soon as I stepped in the pod we were off.

I had only a matter of seconds to grab some personal items and what did I grab? A crappy pen and a note pad, I suppose that’s what I get for being a journalist. Some story this will turn out to be, if I survive.

Now its time to face reality, apparently the Captain of the Grace was either lazy or overly optimistic about his ship because there is next to nothing in the supply cabinet. No food, no water, no medicine, just some blankets. At least our beacon is working.

As I look around this little pod I see a who’s who of societies rejects and losers. Well at least I should blend in easily enough. First there is Mr. Holland, a stockbroker I think he said he was. He spends his time looking out the porthole muttering, "I can’t be here." Well guess what, you are here! Then there is poor Mr. Hammond he is the unlucky one. In every survivor story you read there is always someone on the verge of death. Mr. Hammond is ours. He has this massive cut across his gut, Ms Dangerfield, now there’s an appropriate name for the situation, states that you can see his intestines. I haven’t been close enough to verify nor do wish to. Ms. Dangerfield is the pretty lesbian of the story. Luckily she is a nurse. She seems to be the sanest of us all actually. At the other end of the spectrum is Miss. Osborne who has done nothing but cried since we jettisoned, $100 says that she will be the first to flip. The odds are looking good.

We have a doctor on board, well in name anyway. He reeks of scotch and looks as though he has spent most of his life drunk. He tried to "help" Mr. Hammond only to make things worse. Dr. Gupta, or should it be Doctor Death? Better give him the benefit of the doubt.

Able Seaman Jeff Arbuckle is in charge, that’s what he says anyway. He is the only crewmember aboard and has hence become the leader of the expedition. My gut instinct tells me that he does not have a clue on what he is suppose to do. It is hard to challenge him as he has a weapon, which he reminds us of, on a regular basis. $150 says that he will shoot Miss. Osborne. I’m going to be rich!

As for the others, they are the quiet ones who slowly go insane before killing us all. They haven’t said as much as boo since I came aboard. Well it must be bedtime, I don’t know for sure as there are no clocks or watches, but I am tired.