Dead On Arrival: Introduction.

 What lies concealed within the unfathomable depths of our universe? Are there entities that humanity's dreams have misrepresented? Or is it a vast, enigmatic void, concealing mysteries beyond our wildest dreams? The universe, an expansive and perilous domain, holds a profound secret, a secret so deeply hidden that it is intertwined within humanity's purpose. In any case, those nameless things, being of incomprehensible nature, that the ancient monk, a revered figure in our history who foresaw the dangers of the universe, prayed humanity would never encounter, are a part of this secret.

 The enormity of these secrets is enough to inspire awe in even the most seasoned space adventurer. Location: The enigmatic cash site of Recon 47-X on the deserted and isolated planet, Kepler-187F. The shattered frame of the Recon 47-X, a pioneering spacecraft on a mission to unravel the icy enigmas of this eerie world and potentially find signs of life, is now shrouded in flames. As the incredible weight of collected ice and snow suffocates the ship's exterior - a shivering, sharp chorus, a haunting echo of the planet's secrets, whistles from an unspeakable wind that blows in and out of the dead corridors as the gears of time begin to worry the conscious mind of the living dead. The ship's environment is so eerie that it instills a sense of dread in all who dare to tread its corridors.

In an unshakable state of frustration, the weak purple eyes of an assistant engineering android named E.V.E. walk alone along the lower level of the ship's sector 4, in an effort to fix the ship's damaged radio.

Stranded in Earth's time for seven long weeks, four survivors, including E.V.E. and her comrade—a low-ranking space marine labeled by the company as 'The Rookie'—were abandoned by HQ after their ship was ensnared in a mysterious storm, leading to the Recon 47-X crashing on this desolate, frozen planet. Their situation is so hopeless that it instills a sense of urgency in their every action. 

The ever-present threat of a savage storm looms over the survivors from an uncertain and perilous sky, as the chilling whispers of death caress E.V. E's artificial soul. Legions of shadowy figures, born from the deceased crew members of The Recon 47-X, linger in eternal torment, forming a disquieting community of the dead. In the labyrinth of corridors, hundreds of loose wires sway in the freezing air, adding to the ship's eerie appearance. All the while, the unknown with its crimson eyes awaits the remaining lives, both human and machine. 

E.V.E.'s thoughts raced all over the inner workings without the proper visions of her own control, a result of a severe blow to her head. Still, the main question that occupied her databanks was finding an undamaged radio that she and The Rookie could salvage, in the naive hope of getting back to Earth. 

Pulling on the back of her head in an attempt to emulate the physics of human expression, E.V.E.'s eyes were suddenly captivated by a strange horde of mist protruding out from a nearby vent just at the end of the corridor. E.V.E. halted her search as a naive curiosity took hold. For reasons even her advanced mind could not explain, the mist's movements spark a prideful sensation - believing herself to be immune to foreign elements, E.V.E. walks forward, her eyes fixed on the strange mist as she steps within its mysterious realm in hopes of learning something from it. Sadly, several minutes passed without anything of importance spawning.

" E.V.E?" the static voice of The Rookie spoke into the android's earpiece. " Where are you?"

Ignoring her comrade's call, E.V.E. began to feel a strange feeling take over her artificial person. Struggling to jerk herself out of it, she stumbled out of the mist and collapsed to her knees. She finally answered.

" Apologies, Rookie..." She replies with a monotone voice. " Tiny distraction befell me..."

A moment of awkward silence stood briefly.

" Tiny distraction?! " The rookie inquires, " E.V.E. You've been off radar for three hours?!"

Confused by this revelation, E.V.E. shakes her head in disagreement. However, before she could reply, a boiling sensation awoke from within. Falling forward, E.V.E. throws up violently as she begins to lose control of her body...

Welcome to the first part of my Sci-fi survival horror short, Dead On Arrival. Part two is scheduled for release next week.