Simon didn't know how long he'd been submerged in the blood. Time didn't feel real and everything was one big blur of pain and memories he thought were long buried. Simon's arm burned from the blood leaking into the sub and the bandages felt like they'd merged with his skin.

The submarine was claustrophobia incarnate, the cramped space unbearably hot despite being in an ocean. Sweat beaded down his busted forehead as Simon curled up in a ball beside the radiation camera. It was dark again, the light from the camera having already faded as the newest picture disappeared from the screen. He didn't care enough to push the button again.

The whispers got louder. Simon couldn't tell if they were real or if he was hallucinating from the radiation again. There was a puddle of blood on the floor from where Simon had gotten sick after the giant mutated fucking eel attacked the C.O.I rig and sent the SM-13 plummeting into the depths.

The sonar began to beep. Something was nearing the sub, something that wasn't the eel. A new voice entered his pounding skull.

Follow the light. Safety is at the light.