Roger
My hands still stained with blood, I rush back to the bridge. Isaac"s face forever burned in my mind. I burst through the doors onto the deck of the ship, where a cacophony of noise and light replaces the darkness and hum of machinery. The wind blares around me as if mocking my futile attempts at regaining control.
"I’m outta here," the elderly woman, Darlene, grunts, surprising me with her agility as she inflates a life raft she tells me she found in the captain"s quarters. "This ship’s cursed."
I can"t help but feel a pang of admiration—even envy—for her determination. She jumps overboard without a second thought and I contemplate following suit, letting the icy embrace of the ocean take me rather than face whatever is waiting for us on this godforsaken vessel. But I shake that
