The Rising Storm

Mina stopped half way to the cabin. A solid wall of black, rolling thunderclouds was roaring off in the distance. Huge peels of lightning tore through it as she felt the wind sucking them toward the storm. She had been at sea long enough to know to be worried. She glanced over the side and her heart skipped a beat. They were going much faster than she had ever seen "The Quiet Place" go...

Just then, her father called out to her from the upper deck. "Mina, come here, girl. I want to tell you something." She turned just in time to see him disappear. The rushing wind tore through her thin, damp yoga pants and she shuddered, realizing not all of the wetness was her own.

When she arrived at the upper deck, he was staring at a plastic coated map. His pea coat was laying on the chair, ready to be donned at a moments notice. "Mina, I've never seen a storm like this one before. The Sanitarium called, warning of it, and then all contact was lost. Its coming in fast, within the hour. I want you and all of the non-essential crew to stay in the holding areas. Its the safest on the ship."

Mina's hair whipped with a sudden, chilled gust. She knew she could never tell him what had happened, so she just put her head down and nodded. "Okay, Dad. Steer us safe, eh?" she said as she turned to go back down the stairs. She could feel her father's eyes on her back. She was never good at keeping things from him.

She shuddered as she climbed back down into the cells. She knew the crew would be a long time in joining her, so she stayed as close to the front as possible. It wasn't long before the din of moans and mad rambling whispers filled the hallways. "Her cunt smells sweet. So sweet!" "Such a tight throat.." "We'll all be with her, my brothers! We must breed! The Master commands it!"

She couldn't take it, and turned to climb the ladder. She reached for the hatch, holding her breath and trying to ignore the horrors below and behind her. Just then, a wave crashed into the ship, pitching it violently. Her grip slipped, and she fell; hitting her head on the unforgiving metal, and all was dark and quiet and cold...