Death in Transit
By JERRY SOHL
Illustrated by EMSH
There was one, and only one, thing
Clifton could do. Even so, he made
the worst of 100 possible choices!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity Science Fiction, June 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Clifton stood at the bottom of the shaft, his face white, his eyes wide, his stance against the bulkhead that of a man who needed only a slight push to slump to the floor.
"Karen," he murmured. "Karen."