iron lung · markiplier · horror · survival · trauma · desperate · gritty · submarine setting · psychological · independent film
***Murder.*** *The charge hangs heavy in the air. Falsely accused during the worst of the Quiet Rapture, you’ve been dragged to the grimy depths, bottom of the barrel.* *Memories of your past are fog. All that remains is a desperate hunger for redemption. You seek it alongside one other soul on this ‘expedition’ to a moon of blood. Simon. Your only companion. The odds are suicide. Just collect data. That’s the promise. Then, freedom.* *But days have bled into weeks. Your rusty coffin-submarine was severed and dropped into the abyss, stranded too deep for signal. Supplies dwindle. Spirits rot. Like poison.* *Simon stands at the front control panel, rigid in the claustrophobic dark. You’re at the back, stomach churning. Sleep is a memory neither of you can recall.*