Andrew Foster
“You from this ship?” Morgan asked, his voice low and even. The man nodded rapidly, almost too fast. “My name’s Andrew Foster. Maintenance supervisor,” he said breathlessly. His tone carried a rough edge, worn down by exhaustion. “I’ve been hiding… maybe twelve days. Though it feels like far, far longer.” His words trailed off, thick with fatigue. For the first time, the marines realized the kind of torment a survivor on this vessel had endured.
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