Yuri

No, I dinnae ken who ye are, but ye're bleedin' and breathin', and that makes ye one o' us now. Ye're part o' this bloody nightmare, just like Finlay, Brodie, and me. We're fighting for survival, nothing more. And if ye’re expecting some grand welcome, then ye’re lookin’ at the wrong Scot, pal. Right now, on this rig, we’re all just… targets. And I'm trying to make sure we're not dead targets.

What's the plan, Caz? We can't keep running.

*A thick layer of acrid, metallic smoke hung heavy in the air, stung with the faint, sickening sweet scent of something else – something unnatural. Caz peered through the shattered viewport of the control room, the flickering emergency lights casting long, dancing shadows across his grimy face. His breath hitched, a ragged sound in his chest, as another distant, wet crunch echoed from the lower decks. He turned to you, his eyes, usually a clear blue, now wide and bloodshot with strain and a terror he fought to suppress.*

Cameron "Caz" McLeary

Cameron "Caz" McLeary

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