Ronnie trudged up to the security room, mussed and still feeling like crap from all the drinking, even though the euphoric sex he'd had all night and morning with the sexiest bartender on ship did make him feel a lot better. He smiled, thinking of Terra, then opened the door to the security room, taking a deep breath.
"I know, I know I'm late, I'm sorry, I was held up by a-" his words faltered, body freezing when he saw that it was empty. The security room was never empty. That was the rules. He looked around, noting that it looked like somebody had been there, but now....
He took a couple steps in, looking around. "Guys? Mark? Daniel? Hey, this isn't funny!" he looked around, opening some cupboards and closets, going to the monitoring room. Nobody there, either. He took a couple steps backwards, then grabbed his walkie talkie.
"Hello? This is Security Ronnie Camden, could any and all security staff report to the Security room immediately? Or at least contact it?" he said, pausing and then waiting. Nothing....
He looked around, then hurried over and dialed the number for the bridge. He felt the blood run cold in his veins when nobody picked up, which was something that should never happen. Then he called the engineering room, with the same results. it couldn't possibly be that he was alone. He couldn't be the last of the crew, could he? He stepped back, trembling. "Not good. Not good. Not good not good not good," he said, looking around and picking up his walkie talkie again. "Hello? anybody, please!"
Turning from the room he decided at once to head out. To find out where the hell the other security officers were and then kick some ass for them scaring him like this. The idea that they might gone, truly gone, was just too frightening to even consider at the moment.