In one of the metal cargo boxes Cheza covered her mouth to keep from screaming. She had heard everything that had happened. She had been thinking of coming out of the box while they were civilly discussing things to announce that she had stowed away on the ship and that she didn't want to stay and die but then everything had gone crazy. Now she had an even harder decision, stay in the box or make a run for it and try to find a place to hide on the other ship. Why did her luck have to be so bad? She decided that she had to make a run for it. Easing the top open she peeked out and saw no one in the cargo hold. Good, maybe her luck was changing.<br/><br/>She lifted the top and set it gently aside, sure to make no noise. She grabbed her pack that had food, water and other essentials for living in the box for the time it took to get to their destination, plus extra. Cheza stepped out of the box and began to slowly walk across the floor, looking out for danger and keeping her eyes up and off the dead bodies on the floor. She thought she heard a noise off to her right and spun but that was a bad move. She had been standing in a slippery pool of blood the belonged to the former captain. The woman slipped and fell, yelping rather loudly in surprise and pain as she hit the floor hard. Her yelp echoed throughout both silent ships.