The senors were screaming from the control panel. Something, or somethings were surrounding the sub. Simon scrambled to his feet in an effort to prevent the iron death trap from completely falling apart. He was feeling woozy from being slammed around like a pinball, the fucking C.O.I taking delight in handling him as roughly as possible on this mission.

Hull breach. Hull breach. Hull breach.

Simon's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. In his frantic rush to climb through the crawlspace and restart the engine, he'd forgotten about the window. That stupid little window at the front of the sub made from the glass salvaged at Filament Station. He was supposed to close the porthole to protect the glass.

A small fissure had cracked across the glass, blood leaking in and spraying the control panel. Simon stumbled forward to turn the knob, when a shadow passed over. Sure, an ocean of blood wasn't very well-lit to begin with. But this was a shadow.

The senors beeped faster.

It looked like multiple living creatures were around the sub, circling him. They hadn't attacked yet, but that didn't stop Simon's breathing from escalating. He didn't want to die down here. He wouldn't fucking die down here like everyone wanted.

One of the creatures swan right up to the glass. It had a humanoid body, almost like a girl. But it's lower half was a scaly tail with fins and spines.

"Oh fuck that," Simon muttered.