Journal+2-+Sneeze

The door screeched open. I saw two eerie eyes peering at me through the dusk. I slid further back behind the barrel not wanting to be noticed by whoever this man was. From the other side of the barrel I could hear heavy breathing. It was as if the person had just escaped the grasp of death. I then heard a thud, I figured the man had collapsed from tiredness. I snuck from behind the barrel and peered at the crumpled man. He was wearing the clothes of a rich man, very fancy, but it seemed as though they hadn't been washed in a long time. Mud stained the surface of the attire, a clear sight of what this man had been through in the recent days. I skitted over beside him and turned him over. His breathing was heavy and the force of gravity twisted his body onto his back. I decided I might as well stay and wait until he woke up. After all I had no where else to go, trapped on this wretched ship in the squalor of the bottom-most floor. I had evaded being captured by the crewmen only by pure luck, and it also was by pure luck that no one had the thought of mind to check the very bottom room. It was either that or the fact that the persons on this ship were too lazy to walk about a hundred feet to the "rat room".

A cough brought me back from my daydream, it seemed the man was regaining his consciousness. A feeling of of fear in the pit of my stomach arose, but I pushed it back down. I figured he couldn't be in any less trouble than me considering how he entering this room and basically died on the floor.