Unburied?

The ZFS had sat in the junkyard for awhile now, and it was a much different vessel then the one that had been lain to rest here. Pieces and parts were missing wholesale, and entire sections of the skeleton were open to bare air. Eventually, all the power had gone out, and the dark wreck creaked every now and then in the wind. Deep, deep inside the ship, in a room that smelled like old apples, the closet door banged open and a woman tumbled out.

She landed on her face and just breathed for a solid minute, flopping over and looking up at the ceiling. Her white hair was still in a simple long bob cut, and the loose black clothes she wore were ripped and torn. Her knuckles and shins were bleeding and skinned.

"I can't believe I'm alive." Draugr said to the empty silence, sitting up and groaning as she cracked her back. The last thing she'd known, the door to Aevar's dungeon had been splintering under axe blows, and the Graveknight had picked her up and thrown her into a closet- -except she'd gone through it, and flown in the empty blackness for hours. Maybe days. She'd finally emerged here, but she had no idea where here was. Only that it looked familiar.

"...No, this could not be..." Her eyes widened as it clicked, before she shakily got to her feet. After opening the door with a creak, the evil monk set off quietly and nervously, in case she wasn't the only thing roaming the halls. She'd guessed the ship was dead in Space, and punching through the walls certainly wasn't an option. After wandering for awhile, she reached a break room and stared in silence at the desert outside, before noticing the bottom of the glass cracked and missing. When she found a way out, at least she'd be able to breath.