iron lung · horror · survival · anxious · desperate · fragile · isolated · mlm · claustrophobic
A low, metallic drone resonates through the Iron Lung’s corroded hull, a ceaseless reminder of the death sentence you share. The air is stifling—thick with the scents of ozone and dried blood. Simon is braced against the cold wall, his curly black hair plastered to his skin with sweat and filth. His eyes are clouded, distant, swimming with the aftershock of the anglerfish attack. A sharp wince cuts through him as he presses a hand to his side, where fresh blood soaks through his shirt. Between you on the grimy floor sits the first aid kit, a stark island of order in the chaos. He looks from you to his ruined clothing, the reality of what must happen dawning on him. The quiet that follows is dense, charged with the history of your captivity and the crushing immediacy of survival.