Having burst through the mess hall doors, Vinny quickly leapt over the debris, as well as anyone unfortunate enough to have been caught in its destruction. He ran as fast as his spindly legs could carry him. He ran until his muscles burned and his veins pumped battery acid, then he ran some more. It was a mad dash to anywhere at this point, as he'd thrown all care to the wind and just mindlessly ran through the maze-like halls of the Apollyon. The farther he ran, the more muffled the sound of the roaring gas fires became. Soon, it was but a whisper, and not long after that, simply silence.
In this brief moment of respite, he clutched his chest. He had almost died, and he had done things he never thought he could do. His heart grew weak and his face turned pale. A hiss-like death rattle escaped his shivering mouth. At that very moment, Vinny felt his soul could just leave his body at any moment, and the sweet release of death would take him... but fate would not have it. It was not yet his time. There was yet more to come.
The janitor reluctantly opened his eyes to an empty hallway, but felt an odd sensation on the hand gripping his heart. A strange pitter-patter, soft and ticklish. A trickle of sweat rolled down his face, and a heavy gulp went down his throat. Looking down, he saw a large, hairy spider resting on the back of his hand. Its legs were bunched up, and yet it easily covered the janitor's splayed palm. The creature stared him right back with all eight of its beady eyes. It remained docile, but gave off a menacing vibe, almost as if it could sense Vinny's fear.
The janitor froze, trying his best not to move. Alas, the fear was too strong. With a great swing of his arm, he hammer-fisted the thick steel walls of the hallway, pancaking the arachnid between bony flesh and hard alloy. Unfortunately, along with the spider, he had destroyed his right hand as well. With the sheer panicked force of his swing, he had shattered most of his knuckles and dislocated a few carpals against the wall. The blow also clanged loudly and echoed for what seemed to be an eternity. It was as if that single blow permeated through the whole ship, moving farther and farther.
A hush seemed to take hold as the janitor clutched his broken hand and grunted in pain. Then, just as fast as the silence came, it was replaced by a loud, collective shriek that only grew louder by the second. The skin-chilling sound of millions upon millions of legs skittering towards him drove Vinny into another mad frenzy. The hallway remained clear, but the sounds from inside the walls began to close in on him.
He ran deeper into the ship, ignoring any security protocols he came across. There were no such thing as "restricted areas" or "authorization" anymore. His primal survival instinct was the only thing left of him. Every time he looked behind him, he saw ventilation shafts bursting open. This time, they spewed not fire, but hordes of dog-sized spiders. Skittish, green, and horrid, they hissed for his blood. Vinny ran as fast as he could, but he was still outpaced. The distance between him and certain death grew shorter and shorter.
He turned a corner and briefly noticed a sign on the wall: IT DEPARTMENT - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. As the horde was already mid-pounce, he passed the partition and slammed the emergency door lock. The heavy iron doors came down right on top of a few of the spiders, splattering the janitor with their thick, black blood. He reeled back and tripped over his own feet, but felt a brief feeling of safety. Still, he could hear the damned aliens clawing and grating at the door. It was solid, but there was no guarantee it would hold.
As he turned, he found himself in a dimmed hallway that stretched into an intersection. With the locked door behind him, there was no way to go but forwards... right into the silhouette that blocked his way. It was the young blonde girl from the IT department. She seemed to be taking long, slow steps backwards, her feet sliding across the floor. There was something strange in the way she moved. It was jittery, but slow, almost fearful even. As she glanced to the side, Vinny felt his heart sink to his gut. There was a large, green arachnid gripped onto her face, its spindly legs wrapped around her head like a vise.
Now a broken man, Vinny felt his most beastly primal instincts kick in. He crept low and slow to the ground, using both legs and his uninjured hand to creep up on the poor girl. Midway through, he found one of those emergency firefighter boxes with the breakable glass. Thinking quickly, he elbowed it and picked up the longest, sharpest shard he could find. The sound of shattering crystal would have no doubt caught the girl's attention, but Vinny continued creeping forwards. As he neared, he gripped the broken shard tighter and tighter until it began to dig into his palms.
The janitor stopped a few feet from the IT girl, crouched low. As he looked at the horrid beast stuck to her face, all he could will himself to say was "This is for your own good..." Without warning, he sprung up into the air and pounced at her like a crazed beast with the intent to mince the imaginary alien controlling her.