Ellen, along with a few other colonist situated under tables in what would be a common room or mess hall, stayed where they were, expecting the ship to crash any moment now. What they weren't expecting was the magnitude of physics in the cavities of the ship. They didn't know the status of the damage, but they had a front row seat to gruesome deaths of those not holding onto anything secure. Ellen could only watch in horror as bulkheads buckled around the table, the light bulbs removing themselves from their sockets in the ceiling and shattering upon impacting the tabletops. The chaos of the damage drowned out the screams, most of which were for the helpless colonist who were flung towards the front of the ship, immediately perishing from the impact trauma. The ones under the table were not safe either, and though they were protected from falling debris, they suffered multiple wounds from the sharp edges underneath the tables. Ellen suffered scratches on her left arm as it met the side of the table and fell on shatter glass on the floor. Blood was drawn, but it wasn't enough to be life-threatening. She also suffered a head injury as for a moment her skull lifted involuntarily and hit the underside of the table. Blood ran down her head in a thin stream of red liquid. When the blood dripped from her brow, she immediately wiped it, but a steady stream leaked down until the crash came to an end.<br/><br/>As the ship slid to a stop, and the chaos gradually dying down, the colonist under the tables were glad to have survived, though they paid the prices with a few lacerations and minor head injury. Ellen, who had a ocular implant for her left eye, was surprised that her head injury didn't suffer so much but a static moment. She was fortunate that her healed bullet wounds on her right arm and left thigh didn't reopen. Her skin, though was riddled with small scratches that broke skin but did open a blood vessel or two. The bodies that were flung around weren't so lucky. As the colonists appeared from under the tables the only terrifying sound that echoes through the halls were the screams, possibly from the lucky ones seeing their colleagues and total stranger sprawled onto the floor, limp and lifeless. A good twenty people were alive in the common room, but more than equal the amount of survivors were those who did not make it.<br/><br/>Sorrow filled the ship. Immediately people were mourning over the dead. Ellen on the other hand had no one to care for, no one to cry over. Out of the twenty in the room, she was the one to cry the most. Was these tears of gratitude to her god that gave her mercy in the crash? Or did she truly care for the dead, those who meant little to her. And then the thought came. She thought about Daric, the jokester from the patio, twenty years ago. Where was he? Her tears dried as she worried over his life. Where could he be? Think, L, think! she said to herself. What was Daric? He was a cryo tech. He had to be where the cryo pods were.<br/><br/>She found the ladder that led down to the floor where the entrances to the other ladder shaft were located. Fortunately, this was one area that hadn't buckled in the crash. The light at the bottom of the ladder was a hopeful sign, but as she got down, whatever hope she had escaped her. More and more bodies, most of them naked, lay on the floor. Ellen had to hold her stomach in as she saw the corpse strewn about. There was more death than life, but she had to know if there were still people living. Maybe there would be a few people who found refuge in the ladder shafts. "Hello! Is there anyone alive?!" she called to the entrances of the ladder shafts. Ellen was the first voice that was heard throughout the whole atrium, and her voice seemed to awaken the rescuers amongst those alive. More and more voices, of both rescuers or those that needed a voice to call to, called out deafening the silence of the death in the room.