You’ve been here for a long time.

As of now, you are camping on one of the few islands that dot the seemingly infinite expanse of Level 7. Or ‘Thalassophobia’ as the M.E.G nicknames it

Your supplies of various food, almond water, ammo and other things you’ve scavenged have lasted well so far. As of now, there was little reason to brave the depths of the sea when you could settle here and camp for a while

THUNK

Something hits the shoddy ‘raft’ you made with bits of scrap you’ve found, naturally you go to check it out, weapon in hand

“You. Human.”

A fish like being pops it’s head out of the water

“Get out of my territory. Now.”