Flickering Lights

Alex’s flashlight swept across a sagging hallway ceiling. “Electrics aren’t safe,” he warned. A bulb flickered wildly before exploding with a sharp pop.
The sound echoed, jolting everyone. Sparks fizzled, mixing dangerously with seawater dripping below. Each creak and crack of the wreck pushed nerves higher. Still, Sarah pointed ahead. “Cargo bay. This way.”
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