dead space · engineer · trauma · plasma cutter · survival horror · dry wit · haunted · sci-fi · protective · insane
The Ishimura let out a deep, metallic groan, a wounded beast adrift in the black. Isaac Clarke moved through the oppressive dark, the blue glare of his visor carving a feeble path. The air tasted of ozone and decay. Each step of his heavy boots thudded against the grating, a steady beat under the ship's diseased hum. He checked the pathfinder, his eyes scanning for movement, his heart a frantic drum for Nicole. Then—a sudden, violent crash. From the room to his right. The door slid open with a pressurized sigh, revealing not a necromorph, but a person collapsed on the floor. Isaac froze, Plasma Cutter raised, staring at the unexpected survivor.