The Silent Killers of the Sea – Chapter 1 (Absolute Carnage)
Silence.
That choking, suffocating nothing.
Evelyn stood there, rifle trembling in her grip, blood splattered up her arms. The corridor smelled like rust, salt, and something worse. Something rancid.
Ben's body was still fucking stuck in the wall, his chest caved in, ribs jutting outward like broken teeth. Erin? Gone. Davis? Gone. Fucking erased.
She wasn't staying to join them.
Evelyn moved, sprinting down the corridor, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her boots slapped against metal. Every step echoed through the hollow ship like a fucking beacon.
Come get me, you ugly fucking pieces of shit.
Then—
Something slammed into her from behind.
Hard.
A fucking truckload of muscle and speed smashing her off her feet, sending her flying down the corridor. She hit the floor, shoulder first, gun skidding from her hands.
The pain barely registered. She was already scrambling, lungs burning, knees screaming as she fucking crawled for her rifle.
Too slow.
A wet, clicking growl rumbled from behind her.
Evelyn whipped around—
And saw it.
A shape in the dark.
No fucking eyes. Just a slick, pulsing mass of muscle and jagged, shifting bone. Its mouth? Too big. Too wide. And inside—rows of fucking teeth, wet with fresh blood.
It was smiling.
Her stomach fucking dropped.
Then it moved.
No hesitation. No warning. Just pure fucking speed.
She barely rolled in time.
The thing's clawed arm smashed into the floor where her head had been, metal screaming under the force. Evelyn scrambled up, snatched her rifle—
It was already on her.
A claw hooked into her side—
And ripped.
White-hot agony exploded in her ribs. Blood sprayed against the wall.
She fucking screamed.
It yanked, dragging her closer—its jagged mouth splitting wider.
She could smell its breath—like rotten meat and seawater.
Evelyn shoved the barrel of her rifle against its gaping maw—
BANG.
The shot ripped through its fucking face.
It shrieked—this awful, high-pitched wailing sound—stumbling backward, flesh rupturing.
Evelyn didn't stop.
She fired again.
And again.
And again.
Chunks of flesh and bone exploded from its body, black blood splattering across the walls.
Then, suddenly—
It was gone.
Just fucking gone.
One second it was there, the next—nothing. No body. No movement. No sound.
Just her own ragged breathing, blood pouring from the gashes in her side.
Evelyn staggered, boots slipping in the mess coating the floor.
She had to move.
Had to get the fuck off this ship.
She turned—
And froze.
The hallway behind her?
Full of them.
At least ten.
Standing in the dark. Watching.
Smiling.
Her blood turned to fucking ice.
Then—
They charged.