Alexander Dockter thought he was safe after having escaped the trenches. He was wrong.
On its way to England, his ship is torpedoed by a german U-boat and he has to find his way up to the deck. But the rising water is not the only threat that lurks...
The first-class corridors of D-Deck were much more luxurious then the decks below.
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Alexander nearly lost his balance when the ship tipped more to the side and several lights went out.
"Come on, come on..." he muttered as he tried each of the doors. The one that finally opened led to a normal cabin. There was another door and Alexander had a feeling it would lead to safety. But the door had a combination lock. He began searching the room, opening the drawers to look for the numbers for the combination.
But the only thing he foud was another gramaphone. With a sigh, Alexander started the recording.
It was yet another interview from the doctor with him, it seemed. But this one was even more bizarre then the other ones.
"So you noted, they spoke to you through messages?" the doctor asked.
"Yes... alwas in disguise, some strange continuous conversation, clearly blaming me. They would bloody lead me to places I should not have entered. Like Satan luring the innocent with delightful promises."
"And in your case... that lure was access out of the ship?"
"Yes... I listed to it all, the only commands I ever followed. Like those poor 47 souls did when the whistle blew. Perished, 47 men gone, full of hate. Rightfully luring me to their dark world of the roaming dead."
Alexander was now absolutely certain that he had lost his mind. Ther person in the recordings was definitly him, but.... it sounded like there were from the future? None of this made sense. It must be his undead platoon members. They were playing tricks on him, no doubt.
But the record did give away the lock combination. 47.
He unlocked the door, which lead to the cabins bathroom. The air vent was open however and he crawled through, emerging in the staircase. With a smile he ran up to C- Deck. He was nearly there.
But then the light went out yet again. His heart beated like crazy when he heard footsteps approaching.
Paralyzed by fear, he caught himself wishing he had died on the battlefield. At least that would have been a quick death.
