Things started to go into disarray later in. Our manager had been among the recent dead. Without him, there was some conflict among the ranks. The colony was starting to mimic some sort of martial law rule, with frail organization.
The worse happened the following morning. We didn't have too many friends in this line of work; we got along fine, but never really bonded. But there were certain people that you cared for and respected. Those were the ones we hoped wouldn't get axed.
This whole time all we had done is try to take matters into our own hands. Stupid idea that was, in hindsight. We should have seen this sort of **** coming. We got cocky. We didn't take it as seriously as we should have.
I didn't know who my allies were anymore. Everyone I trusted, or ever considered trusting, was dead.
I swear it got colder every day.