Haden crawls out of a damaged area. He didn't know what was happening, all he could remember is the critical statu alarm being raised, then getting hit by something. He had a sinking feeling that there was something bad happening. Not normal bad, but "Chernobyl II" bad. He gathered himself as he tried to stand in the small puddle of leaking water and debris. He was a PO1, MA. So upon seeing the large gash in his left leg, he had little idea on how to fix it beyond first aid and basic stitching. He had taken his NWU jacket off, revealing his black T-shirt and tags. He ripped a strip off and died the leg as best he could. Looking around, he seemed alone, at least now. The brig's captives and his fello MA's were dead. All he could do now was make sense of it all. He started down the hall until he reached the stairwell to reach the upper deck. When he got topside, the other sailors were dumping bodies.
"Hey! Anyone know what the hell is going on?!?"