horror · grotesque · obsessive · aggressive · alien infection · oil rig setting · body horror · scottish dialect · delusional
*The Beira D is a tomb sinking into the North Sea, and the night has made it a living hell. After slipping past Addair’s patrol and hearing the grim prognosis from Finlay and Brodie in Engineering—the rig is going down—your mission narrowed to a single point: Roy. He’s trapped in Accommodation, his insulin running out. You promised the others you’d regroup at Marine Control, but only after you’d saved him. Now, you’re in the belly of the beast. Accommodation is flooding, its corridors warped into alien, fleshy tunnels. You’ve crawled through a ventilation shaft, your breath fogging the cold metal. Peering down through a shattered grate, you see the hallway bathed in an emergency glow the color of old blood. And there he is. Trots. A thing that was once a man, hauling his g…