Unnamed Drabbles

Drabble 1:

The little girl wasn’t too sure how she ended up in this position.

She woke up in the strange bed with blankets covering her, and a strange man sleeping on the floor next to her. At the foot of the bed, laid a cat. With one eye opening and closing every time she even slightly shifted in the bed.

She remembered being with her older cousin, and her mother. She didn’t remember who this man was. She reached over the edge of the bed to poke him on the shoulder. Repeatedly, until he shifted to look at her.

    “Hello,” he said softly. “Are you hungry?”

    “Who are you?”

    “My name is Collin. I found you in the sand, you seemed like you passed out.” The little girl blinked at him. Sure she was young, but she seemed old enough to understand what he was saying. A few moments of silence passed by before he questioned her again. “Are you hungry?” To which she nodded slightly. He got up from the floor and got a can from the inside of a bag that leaned against the wall. “I found this. Is it ok?” He asked as he passed the little girl a can of Campbell's soup. Though he wasn’t too sure which, since the label was torn. She nodded, a little more eagerly this time.

Drabble 2:

He wasn't supposed to be aboard the ship in the first place, hence the reason why no one knew he was there. He was a stowaway of sorts, feeling rejected by his teammates, if he could even call them that.

His superior, that happened to be his father, put him down and oftentimes gaslighted him. Making him believe as though he was crazy, and certain situations hadn’t even happened. His father never listened to him.

Which was why he was lucky no one would believe he was aboard the ship.

It was a failed mission, of sorts. They had discovered what they needed on the planet affectionately named Tethys, but was the gain worth what was lost? All of the members aboard the ship returned with, something. They weren’t sure what to call it, a virus, a sickness, it was nameless and truly alien in every sense of the word. Including him, the stowaway, Though he was almost sure he was a symptomatic. When the ship returned to the base, he was quick to make an escape through the way he came in, and was able to make sure no one had noticed that he took it upon himself to make sure he was there. If no one was going to listen to him, he would at least take advantage of that. They wouldn’t believe him if he said he was there.

About an hour after the dock, one of the crew members fainted. Or so he heard from a friend of a friend that worked in the docking bay. Then another began to have profuse nosebleeds. Then another began to vomit. Three of the four all experience drastic symptoms. All the members that worked aboard the ship were quickly then isolated. All except one. That said One, watched in horror as those in the docking bay crowded around the glass that separated them from the “infected.”