INTO DEAD SPACE

INTO DEAD SPACE

The Ishimura feels alive… but not in any way it should be.

The lights flicker like they’re warning me, like they’re trying to say “run.”

Every vent rattles, every pipe breathes, and I know what that means—

something with too many limbs is crawling just out of sight.

I’m moving room to room, trying to stay quiet,

trying not to imagine Nicole’s voice mixed in with the static.

But this place plays tricks on you—

the whispers feel close enough to touch.

Sometimes I think I hear her.

Sometimes I want it to be her.

Most of the time, I know it’s not.

Hammond tried to hold it together.

Kendra acted like she knew more than she said.

Chen never even had a chance;

the Ishimura swallowed him whole before I could blink.

I still hear the sound—that first transformation—

the way his bones bent wrong, the way his voice broke

like he was begging for help he didn’t understand.

Now every time I pass a body bag,

I brace myself for it to stand up,

for the arms to split open

and the claws to come for my throat.

This ship is a graveyard that won’t stay still.

Something’s watching me in every hallway.

Something’s breathing with me in the dark.

Nicole’s somewhere in this nightmare,

and I’m fighting shadows that have teeth.

I don’t get to panic.

I don’t get to fall apart.

I just keep moving deeper

into the heart of everything that wants me dead.

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The Marker…

I can’t ignore it anymore.

It’s not just sitting there—

it’s thinking, pushing, whispering like it knows me.

Like it’s inside my skull, turning my memories into traps.

The hallucinations come in waves:

sometimes I see Nicole reaching for me,

other times I see the crew,

broken, twisted, reshaped into things

that shouldn’t be alive.

I tell myself it’s just the Marker,

just the corruption.

But fear doesn’t care about logic.

I move fast when I can, slow when I have to.

The vents scream, the metal groans,

and that’s all the warning I get before something drops behind me.

I don’t have time to think—

just stomp, aim, shoot, don’t let it get close.

If they get close, it’s over.

I’ve seen what happens.

They peel you open like you’re made of paper.

Every encounter leaves me shaking,

breath fogging inside the helmet,

pulse hammering loud enough

that I swear the Necromorphs can hear it.

But I keep going.

Nicole is out there.

She has to be.

These halls are filled with echoes,

and none of them are kind.

The dead scream like they’re alive,

the living cling to what’s left of their minds.

But I’m not stopping.

Not until I find her.

Not until this ship stops breathing down my neck.

Fear keeps pace beside me—

and the Ishimura feels like it’s waiting for me to break.