Sea

CHAPTER 2

Fear.

It strikes one cold and can cause people to commit suicide just to get the horrid feeling away.

Silence.

Except for the occasional whimpers from His Graces and Sir Bootlocks and the growls of the strange creatures still roaming the ship, feasting on the remains of the crew and the chomping and crunching of bones and tearing of flesh and the squishy sound of blood oozing could be heard very well by every guest. It was so quiet a breath could be heard for the fear of being caught by those monsters seemed to have frozen everyone solid.

But of course, the guests were of the highest of high class, surely these creatures must realize that and bow to them, each guest thought to themselves. But no guest had even the sliver of courage to look through the peephole. But Mr. Xander who was still feeling aroused by the thought of Lady Nexia's scrumptious body and also drunk made the most foolish act ever known. He then proceeded to walk out of his diamond encrusted door with the most pompous walk ever known to exist to man and creature, even whistling along stupidly as he made his way to Lady Nexia's room which was three doors away from his.

On proceeding to knock on the door, the dumb idiot heard a howl not far away but he cared not. He turned to his left side but nothing except an empty hallway. He turned to the right side, same empty hallway. Before he could make his move again, the stench of rotting flesh and old raw fish with the gruesome smell of blood and toxicity in air made his way to his nose.

Fear gripped the young male as he even dared to turn to the left. As he did, he came in contact with a pair of the most sickly yellow glowing eyes with red veins and the body of what used to be a man but now had mutated horribly to the extent the skin had completely charred but was still gooey and even dripping at its feet.

The creature's teeth were no longer teeth but rather razor sharp blades added to a jaw that was on the verge of breaking off, there was no nose or ears on this creature but just holes that were dripping a purple liquid that seemed to burn the cashmere rug set out in the hallway. The hands were long and foul to the eyes with fingernails sharper than knives but they seemed to glisten because they were coated with blood. So much blood that had even began to clot.

It all seemed to happen so quick, Mr. Xander didn't even see it coming neither did the sisters watching in horror. In a split second, Mr. Xander seemed to be missing an arm. For a second, he felt no pain but only fear then the most earsplitting scream emerged from Mr. Xander and the rest of the guests shuddered in fear in their respective suites, each knowing they were next.

Mr. Xander then attempted to run from the creature who still stood at the door watching him move in excruciating pain. It was like a predator hunting his prey. The blood oozing from the joint where his arm was supposed to be attached made his escape far difficult to actually happen. The young male managed to get away but fear seemed to have clouded his senses to think rationally. Instead of going for supplies to at least help him survive a few days before he eventually dies of infection, he made his way to the deck and the creature followed him hungrily.

He stood on the deck helpless, and strangely, still horny despite the arm loss. The creature made his way to the young male and helped himself to a chunk from his shoulder, the one where an arm was still attached. The poor young male writhed in pain as he collasped to the floor in his blood. The creature watched him in interest.

The young male somehow crawled to the edge of the boat in an attempt to get away from the creature but his blood made him slip over and he plunged into the icy water. The creature followed, still hungry and blood thirsty. The young male tried a feeble attempt to swim away but both arms were compromised so he began drowning.

But his blood seeping into the water attracted some sharks which had been lurking a mile away. The sharks then proceeded to bite into the young male till he was nothing but a piece of flesh bobbing about in the water. But the creature never resurfaced for he had met his own fate by those sharks too.

And there was silence once more, until at least a dumb decision was made again.

And then they were eight.