An Alien Exchange by Keri Kruspe

Author:Keri Kruspe [Kruspe, Keri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: StarChance Publications

Chapter Seven

AIMEE

After several grueling, frustrating hours, Aimee was certain of a couple of things. First, finding the battered body of the grey alien was gross, gross, gross. Its mashed and mangled body looked like it went through a dryer—on high. The flayed, shredded skin on the skeletal remains with its bashed head was worse than before. Purple blood liberally sprayed the interior of the ship in a rendition of an abstract artist’s painting—on steroids. It was a good thing her stomach was strong enough to ignore the grisly display.

The second thing she found was a saddlebag she could use to store supplies. Inside was a small cape-like hoodie to put around her shoulders and over her head. The fabric was lightweight, but it would at least give some protection over her clothes.

Last but not least, she found a deep container with a bunch of those tubes filled with the edible paste. It wasn’t by any means her favorite food, but it was better than starving or dying of thirst. Now all she had to do was find a way to get out of the pod to find a settlement so she could get a message to the Zerin authorities.

Who else could she contact? Earth wasn’t an option, so the Zerins were going to have to suck it up and come and get her. After all, it was their fault she was in this predicament.

After Aimee pulled more debris and broken bits apart, she found a medical kit complete with cloth-like strips to use on her bleeding arm. Taking her top off, she tore one of the rectangular strips and dabbed the bleeding wound. By the second swipe, the blood flow lessened and the two-inch gash closed. By the third swipe, the wound sealed itself and a small pink scar remained as a trophy. She pulled her tunic back on when she finished. She stuffed as many of the cloth strips as possible in the bulging bag, just in case.

Now she was ready to go. To where was the question.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Aimee kicked a pile of debris in front of her. To her utter surprise, the mechanized voice of the computer answered her.

“Unable to recognize your command. Please specify.”

Well, at least Mister Personality was back. “Can you open the hatch door so I can leave?”

“Affirmative. Upon your command.”

Okay, but where to go once she got out? “Wait, can you connect me to the Zerin homeworld instead?” She should have thought of that before. Excited, all she had to do was ask for help and she wouldn’t have to leave the ship. Ugh, she’d have to clean up first.

“Negative. Interstellar communication has irreparable damage.”

Well—yippee kiyah. That’s what she got for thinking of things too late. Now what? What would be the next best thing? “Is there anywhere near here I can go to contact the Zerins?”

“The nearest interstellar communication is 204.68 units north.”

Crap on toast. “Is there any civilization closer?”

“Affirmative. A small outpost is 15.37 units northeast of our position.

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