The dining room erupted into chaos.
My hearing muted with the deafening shock of gunfire. On instinct, I threw myself to the floor, tears welling in my eyes as I scrambled to make sense of what was happening.
More shots fired, so loud in the confined space, it felt like I'd stuck my head inside a drum.
The gurney tipped over as a rush of legs funneled through the door and into the hallway. My gaze zipped right, toward Josh pushing Ellison into the safety of the kitchen. Ellison fought him off to get to Crispin, who slumped in his chair, a red stain blooming bright across his chest. Ellison hooked his arm around her neck and dragged him toward the double doors into the kitchen. Pop held the door and ushered them inside.
Parker had shot his old pilot. Maybe others too. Blood had sprayed the wall near the door, and more had spattered all over Esmerelda the Space Vixen's tattered poster. Gunshots sounded from somewhere else on the ship.