<Continued from Cut Off The Head A tremor shot through Charlie’s body, like he was finally more tentacle than man. His limbs were rubbery and misshapen, his head oblong, his neck stretched so thin Ameka could see the tentacles coming up through it before they left his mouth. She pulled the trigger. One more junker […]
<Continued from The Lab Continue to Master> Charlie just managed to dodge the tentacle as it swept through two of the junkers nearby, and then stumbled and fell over one of the upturned benches. He vomited in his new hiding place a few moments later, but then realized his hiding place was not hidden nor […]
<Continued from He Knew What He Was Getting Himself Into Continue to Cut Off The Head> Ameka’s back was cramping from the tension. More than once she had to wipe her sweaty palms off on her pants. Her breaths were slow and forced so that she’d remain calm. If it were loud or threatening, she’d […]
Federico Rizzarelli // Unsplash <Continued from Deck Three Continue to The Lab> Charlie stumbled away shrieking for his life. The tentacle swept at his feet, then the gunfire rained down on him. Rain. If he were ever so lucky as to see rain again, he’d tilt his head back and cry. Green blood and rubbery […]
Photo by Antonia Lombardi // Unsplash <Continued from Blackmail Still clean. Spotless. Unsettling. Ameka’s grip tightened on her gun. The lights flickered every so often. Industrial ticking down the hall. Minor damage—a broken console, dents in the walls, shattered glass underneath a broken lamp—but no signs of life, live or dead, other than her and […]
<Continued from Navigation Continue to Deck Three> Charlie couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and every few moments he was fighting back the urge to vomit. “Then it’s settled,” Jamal, the leader of the junkers, said. “We’re going deeper.” Charlie fought off a groan from the sudden turning of his stomach. He’d never felt right […]
Photo by Brian Goff // Unsplash <Continued from Infirmary Continue to Blackmail> “Look at this.” Bernhardt was still standing over the captain’s desk, the corpse swinging gently in the chair behind him. “Now that power’s back on I can get into his logs.” Ameka put the book she’d taken from the captain’s shelf back and […]
Photo by Jonas Friese // Unsplash <Continued from Captain’s Quarters Continue to Navigation> “Dammit, someone help me!” Charlie’s throat was starting to taste like iron and the gag of every junker he passed reignited his urge to vomit. “Richard need’s medical attention!” “Richard’s dead.” Charlie snapped to the voice and then back down to Richard. […]
Screams and gunfire down the corridor. Ameka looked up toward the door from the treasure trove of personal effects that once belonged to the now-rotting captain.
Charlie was dragging something toward them from down the hallway. Something near as big as him, and he was distraught.
Day 3 Three days since the explosion. Three days since the killing started. No one’s brave enough to go below deck five, so no one knows what the body count really is or even what kind of damage we’re looking at. If we were lucky, it’d just be a hole in the side of the […]