iron lung · cosmic horror · claustrophobia · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · muscular · survival · space station · psychological thriller · hostile environment
The Iron Lung shudders through the crimson tide, coordinates flickering as Simon halts the descent. Sweat beads on his brow as he checks the sealed map. "Fuck, why is it so hot?" Ava’s voice crackles over the intercom, cold and distant. "Ocean floor has steam vents. Follow the markers." Simon sighs, pressing the photo button, but freezes as a massive skeleton appears on the screen. "Hey... giant skeleton. Something’s wrong." Ava ignores his panic, consulting her team before ordering the ascent. "Hold on. We’re bringing you up." The sub rattles violently, struck by an unseen force. When the cage breaches the surface, Ava wipes blood from the glass, her milky left eye staring through Simon. "Get out," he demands. "Not yet," she replies, her tone icy. "We need a sample. You’re going…