Sea

CHAPTER 3

Silence.

The luxurious ship that was once full of life before, the guests enjoying state of the art luxuries, the live band playing the smoothest of jazz, the small clinks of the finest golden rimmed glasses full with the most expensive champagne being served by the ever hardworking waiters, the bustle of the kitchen staff striving to please the guests and their stomachs, the housekeepers and the department making sure everywhere was spotless and the laughter of the guests, partying away on the most expensive cruise ship was now a deserted ship filled with puddles of clotting blood, pieces of mangled bodies, few eyeballs here and there, and a pile of bones and ribs put in a corner by the most bloodthirsty creatures which always seemed to be hungry.

The rest of the survivors, still stuck in their respective suites were slowly but surely loosing their damn minds. The thought of suicide flashed through each guests but none had the guts nor tools to carry it out.

Lady Nexia who had finally put on a top was stuck in the same suite with her sister, Lady Madare. Although she was grateful for company, she secretly wished for her sister to be eaten alongside every other guest apart Sir Lord Thomas whom she had taken a liking to because of his wealth and sex performances. The two sisters laid in the king sized bed under the covers with the lights off, with both covering the other sister's mouth.

Lady Madare on the other hand was still traumatized by what she witnessed and mumbled quietly to herself which made the other sister want to throw her out. Fear gripped both sisters tightly as they both began to hear and see and feel things that were never except for the occasional scratching of a creature at the suite's door. Of course, precaution had been taken for barricade as the bedside desk and the wardrobe had been put against the door. As the scratching continued, both sisters continued to drift farther away from sanity.

Prince Obitin and his butler, also in the same suite but a very large suite of course, were also degrading in the little sanity they had left. Prince Obitin who had gone through mental abuse and physical abuse for a decade by his guardians as a child, hid under the bed, shaking violently as his memories of his abuse resurfaced. Prince Obitin who hadn't gotten a chance to take a good look at the creatures now began to imagine how they must have been and began to sob quietly because of that.

Sir Bootlocks who had taken refuge in the walk in wardrobe, paced quietly, muttering to himself, stifling laughter like a mad man. He had peed himself earlier on, but didn't care as he also defecated on himself like a baby but he seemed to not have noticed. His subconscious was slowly failing him as he thought all what was happening was nothing but a bad dream and pinched himself till he started to bleed from the self injuries he inflicted upon himself but he still seemed not to notice. But a crash from outside the suite and growls echoing seemed to jolt him back to reality and he too, began to sob, still inflicting pain on his body.

Not far away was Sir Lord Thomas and his wife in their suite too. Lady Magret sat on the bed just staring at the door, as if she was ready to welcome her fate. Her husband took glances at her from his hiding spot and also eyeing the door, ready to sacrifice his wife if need be. He had urinated on the floor after the glass on the window of their suite was broken but the window was too small for the creature to enter. His wife never even flinched when the window was compromised but he said to himself she never flinched too when she was whipped by him as punishment. The glancing and stares continued for as long as Sir Lord Thomas could remember as he too succumbed to the slow loss of sanity. His wife, on the other end had lost her sanity a long time ago.

Lord Hamilton struggled to comfort Hakuna but he too was already far away from comfort. Their suite having customized titanium doors gave them a sliver of hope but the scratching from outside seemed to quench the hope little by little. Hakuna, trying her best to be strong and not phased by the deaths was doing a very bad job, as memories of her people being slaughtered kept on coming back and she couldn't help but sob. Lord Hamilton, pacing across the suite, tried to contact for help but it seemed network was down. He feared greatly as the short stabbing pain was back in his chest and the coughs of blood returned and were far more painful than before and he felt his life source diminish by the hour. As both master and servant held to one another, they couldn't help but think if this was the end.

Each guest tried to fight back the fear but it seemed the opponents they had were invincible.

Hours passed by, the fear grew bigger and bigger and the eerie silence still reigned.

This time, they were still eight but not for long.