Aboard the USG Ishimura, the technician somehow managed to escape the threw the panicking crowds of his fellow crew members, all running from the unseen monstrosities behind them, chasing them and murdering from the darkness. Somehow Nicolas fled into the ventilation system and avoid the carnage. He hastily traversed the vast network of ventilation system that circulated all across the Ishimura, dragging himself across the small confinements of the air ducts he traveled towards the locations of the Emergency Shuttles. He didn't understand what was entirely happening, but ever since they had brought that 'Artifact' also known as the 'Red Marker' aboard the Ishimura, there has been nothing but violence.<span style="font-style: italic">It was better left undisturbed</span>, Nicolas thought.<br/><br/>The Ishimura all of a sudden shook violently, the technician's breath was knocked out of him like someone had punched him in the gut. Thrown like a rag doll from side to side against the walls of the air duct. Tiny electrical lights that were scattered within the ventilation system, flickered on and off, and an alarm begun to blare in the background – soon was muffled by bloodcurdling screams. Debris was thrown down from the ceiling above – and instantly everything went dark for a slit second as the power went out. Then the explosion eliminated the darkness, and Nicolas's body thrown from the now broken ventilation system and amidst the twisting of metal and wires.<br/><br/>The Ishimura became steady again, and the technician was saved from being crushed by a single beam of steel which held back a large pile of fallen concrete. His eyes blurry, adjusted and the fuzz in his vision slowly dissipated. It was dark, there was no power, the Ishimura was dead. Hanging from the broken ceiling electricity sparked from loose wires, and a massive fire burnt in the distance was the only light source that the technician had. Staring around with bloodshot eyes, he regained his bearings, somewhat and noticed the floor was flooded. Twisting around, a searing pain penetrated his gut. He looked down, and blood smeared one side of his once clean white shirt, and the smell was absolutely disgusting it was making his nauseated. He forced himself to shift and begun to crawl across the flooded floor. Most of the ceiling had collapsed, hallways had become twisted, making it too dangerous to stand up due to the crumpling tiles, and hanging wires that threaten to twist around his neck.<br/><br/>Distance explosions were heard, and the Ishimura vibrated. Nicolas covered his head as falling bits and pieces of concrete felt on top of him, and pain flashed across his trembling body. There was an awful dizziness and a sick sensation in his gut as he begun reaching out, he continued to pull himself forward, until eventually he pulled onto a risen corner, a section of floor that rose above the flooding waters.<br/><br/>While peering wearily around, he begun hacking, using his hand he tired to choke back his coughing sounds. When he finished he pulled back his hand, and his face had gone shallow. Nicolas whimpered as he examined his blood dripping between his fingers, while tasting the metallic taste of blood bubbling upon his tongue. He covered his mouth again, and cringed as blood built against the back of his throat. Feeling drowsy, Nicholas unknowingly slumped his head against the damp floor beneath him, and collapsed.<br/><br/><br/>Blood had weaved its way into the cracks of the titles when Nicolas begun to stir awake. Lifting eyelids, as bloodshot eyes noticed the fire in the distance had crept ever so closer towards him. While he attempted to move his lower body, his leg muscles had hone increasingly numb, the soles of his shoes scraping across the floor. When he heard the most frightening of screams. Nicolas then remembered the murderous 'monstrosities' aboard the USG Ishimura, brought by the 'Red Marker'.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">This...isn't...real...</span>" he quietly told himself, as he laid completely petrified.