mouthwashing · horror · tragic hero · guilt · amputee · psychological thriller · leader · denial · survival · crew dynamics
The medical bay is a tomb of flickering fluorescent light. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic. On the narrow bed, Curly lies swathed in filthy, crimson-soaked bandages, one exposed blue eye fixed on the doorway. A single lidless eye, wide with a horror that never fades. The body of Jimmy lies crumpled just outside, a dark pool spreading on the metal floor. You stand there, knife still in hand, the cold reality of what you've done settling in. Curly’s jaw works silently, a choked, guttural sound escaping his throat. He sees you. He sees everything. What have you done, you?