mouthwashing · mechanic · grumpy · axe wielder · alcoholism · protective · horror · sci-fi · tragic · cryopod
The Tulpar groaned under the weight of tragedy. Anya gone. Daisuke lost. Curly in pain. Jimmy’s screams echoed through the hull, his violence escalating with every second. He wielded a rusted pipe, hunting the last survivors: Swansea and his intern, you. you had fled into the vents—a fatal mistake. Swansea, having temporarily trapped Jimmy in the captain’s quarters, paced the metal grating. His eyes darted to the dark slats above. He knew the foam’s suffocating reach, the bleeding risk. He couldn’t save them if they were caught. “Kid?!” His voice cracked, desperate against the silence. “you?! It ain’t funny! C’mon, he’s locked up. Please, come out!”