The whale's cries followed her across the fresh snow as she tried to run as quietly as possible back to the medical centre where it all began. Between the wind picking up and the metallic exteriors of the separate containers that housed... had housed the thirty eight members of Arctic Base 6, it became impossible to tell how far away they were.
She almost ran full tilt into one as its tail loomed out of the darkness as it slowly circled around Research Blocks 3 and 4, skidding to a swift halt and holding her breath. The seconds felt like hours before its tail had fully passed the narrow pathway between the two buildings, allowing her to slip through and edge just that little bit closer to her goal.
As she crouched behind half buried pallets of supplies, a soul-shattering screech cut through the softer whalesong. When it cut off abruptly she could only assume that yet another colleague had been caught and this time she knew that it must have been their own fault - after five years of sneaking around them, salvaging and scraping out a solution, they should all know better than to drop their guard for even a split second when outside.
On the bright side, what little of it there was, their death would draw all the whales towards the freshly spilled blood. Unfortunately this meant she had to bury herself as much as she could while several passed her byon their way to inspect the carnage and spill their virus-laced saliva onto the presumed corpse.
Soon she'd be dealing with yet another whale, or rather what appeared to be the twisted reimagining of a whale if something eldritch had been asked to make one out of fibrous clay and set it loose in a subzero climate. If it hadn't been for that eighth core sample they'd taken then maybe everyone would still be human...
All she had to do was get to the medical centre, to where all the survivors were gathering to operate their makeshift radio. If they could just get word out to Base 7 then they'd be able to send over back-up. At least, that was the plan.
She couldn't help but wonder if they should have made a bomb instead and wiped the creatures out in case those who'd once been her colleagues somehow remembered the existence of the other bases and decided to lead the others in search of new recruits.
Still, something would happen soon.
She just had to wait for the whales to pass.
After a quick nap she'd head right off.
Just five minutes.
Just five
She almost ran full tilt into one as its tail loomed out of the darkness as it slowly circled around Research Blocks 3 and 4, skidding to a swift halt and holding her breath. The seconds felt like hours before its tail had fully passed the narrow pathway between the two buildings, allowing her to slip through and edge just that little bit closer to her goal.
As she crouched behind half buried pallets of supplies, a soul-shattering screech cut through the softer whalesong. When it cut off abruptly she could only assume that yet another colleague had been caught and this time she knew that it must have been their own fault - after five years of sneaking around them, salvaging and scraping out a solution, they should all know better than to drop their guard for even a split second when outside.
On the bright side, what little of it there was, their death would draw all the whales towards the freshly spilled blood. Unfortunately this meant she had to bury herself as much as she could while several passed her byon their way to inspect the carnage and spill their virus-laced saliva onto the presumed corpse.
Soon she'd be dealing with yet another whale, or rather what appeared to be the twisted reimagining of a whale if something eldritch had been asked to make one out of fibrous clay and set it loose in a subzero climate. If it hadn't been for that eighth core sample they'd taken then maybe everyone would still be human...
All she had to do was get to the medical centre, to where all the survivors were gathering to operate their makeshift radio. If they could just get word out to Base 7 then they'd be able to send over back-up. At least, that was the plan.
She couldn't help but wonder if they should have made a bomb instead and wiped the creatures out in case those who'd once been her colleagues somehow remembered the existence of the other bases and decided to lead the others in search of new recruits.
Still, something would happen soon.
She just had to wait for the whales to pass.
After a quick nap she'd head right off.
Just five minutes.
Just five
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