"HAIL MARY, full of grace, the Lord is with thee." The voice is strange. It doesn't make sense as you shuffle slowly along the passageway in the early morning. As you pass the midships hatch, you pause. The early morning air still carried the foul, rotten smell that was there when you went to bed...
Sketch: Vol. 18
, Article 6.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol18/iss1/6