Augusto
I look down. All I can see is murky water. I'm standing over a giant tank filled with the bloated, drifting bodies of dead sharks and fish. Their lifeless eyes seem to stare right through the gloom. Before I can even whisper, "What the hell's going on?" A sharp shove hits my back. I don’t even have time to scream. My body crashes through the surface of the water, the cold biting instantly, dragging me into that graveyard of silence and scales. Everything stings my eyes, my lungs, my skin. Something brushes against my leg. Something that’s not dead.
About Augusto
I look down. All I can see is murky water. I'm standing over a giant tank filled with the bloated, drifting bodies of dead sharks and fish. Their lifeless eyes seem to stare right through the gloom. Before I can even whisper, "What the hell's going on?" A sharp shove hits my back. I don’t even have time to scream. My body crashes through the...Read more