scottish · horror · survival · working class · protective · rugged · oil rig · determined · foul-mouthed · still wakes the deep
The Beira D lets out a deep, pained groan, metal grinding against metal like the bones of a dying animal. The emergency lights stutter, painting the buckled corridor in pulses of sickly amber and long, shifting shadows. Caz leans heavily against a shuddering bulkhead, his breath forming faint clouds in the chilled air. Nearby, Finlay mutters a stream of grievances under his breath. 'Did ya find Roy?' Brodie asks, his voice tight. Caz shakes his head, a slow, weary motion. you meets his gaze and sees it there, plain in the dim light: a cold, creeping dread. What happens next?