Short Story - Falsers Waking

Awakening to high pitched whine Falser sees a ever widening shaft of light break over his face. He is on a ship, his ship.

The long shut blast door was winding down, ever protesting from rusted gears. The air smelled foul and stale but for a fresh breeze coming from outside the ship.

Falser’s senses where returning to him and with them memories of alarms, burning air and panic. He was crashing then, his ship nothing but a twisted wreckage tearing through an alien sky.
He remembered entering the stasis pod to avoid the choking smoke and to have a ignorant death.. No such luck it seems. How long has it been?

A quick surveillance of the ruined interior and strange fungal growths in dank corners suggest a very very long time...