Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition Chapter 2342: Story 2343: Deepwater Seven

The North Atlantic was silent when the platform lost contact.

No storm.

No warning.

One mont Deepwater Platform Seven transmitted routine quarantine scans across frozen waters beneath the Arctic ice shelf.

The next—

Every signal cut out simultaneously.

Commander Elias Ward stood inside the operations room aboard the recovery vessel Aegis while static hissed through dead communication channels.

“Still nothing?” he asked.

The radio technician shook her head nervously.

“Platform ergency beacon activated thirty seconds ago, then disappeared.”

Elias looked through the frost-covered windows toward the distant silhouette of the platform rising from the icy sea ahead.

Sothing felt wrong.

Too quiet.

Since the Collapse, humanity had learned to fear silence more than screams.

Military drones circled overhead while armored personnel prepared equipnt along the deck behind him. Most wore infection-resistant masks now. Nobody trusted the oceans anymore.

Not after what satellites had detected beneath the Atlantic trenches.

Silver movent.

Deep below the surface.

Elias activated his headset.

“All teams remain sealed until we confirm contamination levels.”

Acknowledgnts answered imdiately.

Then ca a new voice through the static.

Weak.

Distorted.

“—help us...”

Everyone in the operations room froze.

The transmission crackled louder.

“We sealed the lower decks but they’re still moving—”

Screaming erupted in the background.

Gunfire followed.

Then a wet tallic sound interrupted the voice abruptly.

Silence returned.

The technician looked pale.

“That ca from Platform Seven.”

Elias grabbed his rifle.

“Launch the boarding team.”

Outside, freezing wind cut across black ocean water as armored boats descended toward the isolated platform. Floodlights illuminated rusted support beams rising from the sea like skeletal legs disappearing beneath the ice.

No movent waited above.

No workers.

No alarms.

Only darkness.

Elias climbed onto the platform first with six soldiers behind him. Snow and frozen seawater covered the tal walkways while red ergency lights blinked faintly through the station windows.

“Stay sharp,” he ordered quietly.

The main corridor door stood open.

Bent outward.

Like sothing massive had forced its way through from below.

Inside, the station looked abandoned.

Coffee cups still stead beside overturned chairs. Computer monitors flickered with corrupted data streams while blood sared the walls leading deeper into the structure.

But no bodies remained.

One soldier swallowed nervously.

“Where did everyone go?”

Then ca the sound.

Knocking.

Slow.

Rhythmic.

From beneath the floor.

Everyone raised weapons instantly.

The knocking continued.

Three knocks.

Pause.

Three more.

Elias stepped carefully toward the lower-deck access hatch near the center of the corridor.

The tal surface bulged upward slightly.

Sothing underneath was pressing against it.

Then a voice echoed weakly from below.

“Please...”

Human.

Female.

Crying.

“Don’t leave us down here...”

One of the soldiers moved toward the hatch instinctively.

Elias grabbed him imdiately.

“No.”

Because the voice beneath the floor sounded wrong.

Too calm between sobs.

The lights suddenly flickered.

Then every monitor throughout the corridor activated at once.

Static filled the screens.

Slowly, a shape erged through the distortion.

Silver.

Watching.

A gigantic eye.

The soldiers backed away.

The knocking beneath the hatch beca violent instantly.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

The tal floor began bending upward.

Then the ocean beneath the platform moved.

Not waves.

Sothing rising.

Far away across the world, Maya awoke instantly from sleep inside the survivor camp.

Her eyes snapped open in darkness while pain exploded through her skull.

The signal was stronger now.

Hungry.

Alive.

And beneath the North Atlantic—

Sothing ancient had finally awakened completely.

Back on Platform Seven, the hatch burst open.

Freezing seawater exploded upward into the corridor.

And sothing silver began climbing out of the abyss.