I’m back, from wherever I’d been, but I can hear the sound of fire and smell the choking smoke. I open my eyes and see the destroyed Anti-Mass Spectrometer above me. The smoke smarts my eyes.
I slowly stand glancing to the right and as I do electrical discharges zap the walls and floors.
I try and stay below the worst of the smoke moving quickly, somehow the energy of the blast forced the doors open about the only thing to be thankful for right now. I clamber over the wreckage on the floor and approach the skewed blast doors.
The fire suppression system has gone off in the chamber lock keeping the flames at bay, but it can’t bring my fellow scientists and friends back to life.