Wind blew in the confined space of the crashed spaceship. Well, it was not that confined anymore, with an opening torn right in the hull and the walls, but the rest of the vessel remained an enclosed space.
Throughout his journey down the corridors, Jack met other members of the crew, most humanoid, humans, even, evolvers from the first level to the third level, all wounded, all not in the best state, and all ended by him, at least for the ones that had still been alive.
If he did not know the history of the civilization of his home planet, he would have been feeling outraged, maybe even indignant at humans taking fellows of the same race as commodities to be sold, whether to other more influential humans, or straight to aliens of other races.
But he did not even feel numb now. He was long past that age of naivety where the world could be seen through tinged glasses.
