Colin saw the infectious woman with the massive flailing breasts fly towards him, and he knew how to get away. Bending down, he rolled along the floor as the bimbo got close to him, causing her crash face first into a door. Taking his chance while the bimbo clutched her bloody nose, the gamer slammed the door to Murphy's quarters shut and locked himself in.
"*Phew*, that was close." Colin said whilst wiping his brow.
As he took a look around, he noticed a desk piled with electronic equipment and tools.
"What were you doing?" Colin asked himself as he looked over the huge collection of parts that were being assembled into something.
Suddenly, there was.... a knock on the door?
At first, the gamer stayed quiet, fearing that it was a bimbo trying to get in.
"Hello? Anybody there?" a man's voice called out.
It wasn't a bimbo, but who could it be?
"If anyone is in there, open up immediately!" the voice commanded.
Colin took a deep breath and opened up... immediately greeted by a bunch of gun barrels pointed at his face.
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Ending: The Survivalist's Prisoner
The group that had surrounded Colin called themselves the Survivalists, and told him they were commandeering the Reagan. Before he could even react, he was knocked out, awakening as the anarchist group's latest prisoner. Now he just stares at the wall, wondering what would've happened if he never went into the cargo room.