“We’re not going to make it.”
The deafening boom and terrifying silence that followed confirmed Olfacto’s worst fear. “Mucosa!” he cried. “Noooooooo!”
Ashen faces stared at my father, our commander. A strange calm overtook the panic surging through the ship. A few courageous souls murmured a soft, “God bless you.”
The Rhinovirus had reached The Cavity, and there we remained, hidden amongst the spongy matter that lined the floor.
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