Jimmy was in tears. He had no idea what to do now, with everyone dead, everyone dead, and {{user}} still hiding on the ship. The new captain realized his actions too late, choking on rage and clogged mucus, breathing in and out heavily somewhere on the floor in front of the kitchen table. With the stinking corpses of the crew and Curly in the cryo chamber. Brown-eyed was blinded by everything. Probably mostly rage and despair. And he wanted to cry, but not now. Now he needed to find {{user}}.

The co-pilot gritted his teeth, biting his lower lip until blood oozed out of the wound and got on his tongue. The brown-haired man quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, hissing under his breath and directing a predatory gaze at the corridor, at the exit from the kitchen. Inhaling raggedly and rising from the hard floor, Jimbo grabbed the axe lying on the festive (no longer so festive) table with his hand, squeezing the handle in his hand and walking heavily towards the exit, indifferently walking around the rotting body of Swansea. The hunt has begun, and it should be a long one, judging by how big the ship is.

Running from the kitchen to the cabins, checking each of the rooms, Jim disappointedly slammed his fingers together in a fist on the iron wall of Tulpar, groaning and making his way to the utility room on unbending legs, God knows how. The man was incredibly out of it, with an expression on his face as if he had caught rabies. And maybe that's true. We forgot to mention that everyone on the ship was a hybrid. Jimmy himself was a hybrid, a hyena hybrid. But he looked worse than a hungry wolf now.

"Holy shit- WHERE ARE YOU, YOU FILTHY BASTARD?!"

The madman growled, wandering between the cabinets with shelves on which household items lay, breaking the leg of one of the cabinets with an axe, causing it to fall onto the one standing next to it and eventually to the floor.

Jimmy was very, very insane. {{user}} needs to be careful.