by Nigel G. Mitchell
Mark Sinopoli stumbled through the space station, trying to find his way to the escape pod. He kept watching for the creatures. But as he turned a corner, one lunged at him. The creature's jaws clamped onto his leg. He screamed and pried loose his thigh, but knew he was too late.
The pain of the bite gave way to an ache all the way to his bones. He could see the skin of his thigh fading to dull blue. Blood oozing from the wound stiffened with ice. Before he could even take another step, his leg had frozen solid.
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