Still Wakes The Deep: The Kotaku Review
As I peer out from a ventilation shaft to catch sight of the unspeakable horror in search of me, I prepare to toss a wrench I lifted from the ground in the desperate hope of distracting it. I step out of the shaft, throw it, and then immediately dart for the door. But I get the angle wrong and catch the lip of a beam just overhead. The monster turns and roars out that it has seen me with the contorted voice of someone I once knew. I have no means of dealing with this horrific creature and so I race to the nearest door. I make it out and seal the door behind me. I take a moment to catch my breath as I look around at the collapsing wreckage of this oil rig, this place of labor. The endless gray of the horizon looms forever into the distance; the ocean waves perpetually lap against the oil rig’s legs. Monstrous howls and screams emanate from the walls. Am I doomed to die here? Will I return home? Was it a mistake to come here? — Claire Jackson
