[b]Engine Room[/b]

Connor, still caught up in the heat of the moment, did not even notice the creature's disappearance until he felt the sudden lack of anything under his hand. His bayonet, which had been buried hilt-deep in the creature just a moment ago, was now just held in front of him, the blade devoid of any blood and the only sign that it had been used in combat being the scratches marring the blade's surface. Once his mind caught up with the situation, Connor staggered back, dropping his weapon. The room still looked the same, but there was no creature, not even the corpse Connor had been expecting to see.

Looking around him, Connor felt his breath catch in his throat and his head spin. The Oriental, Suichiro, looked dead - Connor did not even need to check, he had seen the same vacant look and lifeless eyes before, when he had the misfortune of having to pull the bloated bodies of drowned sailors from the beaches. The other girl, Samira was hidden behind a boiler, with only her leg visible. Connor did not fancy the chances of her being still alive, but he maintained hope.

Above all, however, only one thought went through his mind. Had there really been a creature? There was nothing to tell him that the thing he had just fought ever existed. Could it be that it had all just been a figment of his imagination and that in fact he had just slaughtered those who were trapped in the room with him in a fit of panic? The thought of it was just too much for him to bear and, for the first time in a very, very long time, he doubled over and vomited.

[i]Fucking shite,[/i] He thought miserably to himself as he stood back up and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. Taking in a deep breath, he took a few uncertain steps towards the still form of Risa. There was only one way to find out if he had indeed killed all these people, and that was to see if the girl was dead with a stab wound through the abdomen. Connor felt his heart race as he dreaded what he was to find, but he steeled himself and pushed on. Much to his relief, as little as it was, the girl was not dead, but unconscious, and her wounds were not at all consistent with the killing blow he had dealt to the creature.

"Come on," Connor muttered as he pulled the girl away from the boiler. He was no physician, but he could tell that she was just barely alive. She was going to need help quick, and Connor was not at all a person who could provide it.

He walked over to the horn and spoke into it again, this time his voice tired and weary. "Engine room again," He began and took in a deep breath to conceal his fear. "Whatever was hammering us is gone, but we have one dead, one possibly dead and another going to be dead if we don't get help soon."