When everyone came to their senses, they recalled everything they had just experienced. Looking at the corpses rolling in heaps across the deck, they all couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
But what followed was gratitude toward Charles. If it weren't for him, everyone would have died before 005-3.
"Stop crowding around me," Charles said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain as Linda pulled the Black Thorns from his neck. "Our business isn't finished yet. There are definitely other black spots on the ship—we have to clean them out completely."
After working for some time, the crew used crowbars and shovels to tear off everything contaminated with the black spots, tossing the debris into the Darkness.
Once the dust settled, Charles's treatment was over. He sat drinking Blood Plasma while listening to his first mate and second officer's reports.
