Skirk - Abyss Training
Diary of Skirk — Abyss Record, Entry 14
I should have known better.
When the currents shift in the lower layers, something always comes hunting. The surface fools think the Abyss is dead. It isn’t. It’s watching. It remembers you. And when you get careless, it reaches.
I moved too fast through a rift zone I should’ve bypassed. Pressure drop, then the pulse — before I could react, tentacles coiling up from below. Arms pinned. Legs spread. Skin burning where the suckers latched.
I didn’t fight it. Sometimes the smarter move is knowing when you’ve lost the moment.
When the hold gets too tight.
When your own body starts betraying you, flush and trembling from the inside out.
I’ll spare the details.
Let’s just say the thing had its fun. And like always, when it was finished with me… it let go.
I walked out of that zone — barely. Stripped raw, dripping, sore in places I’d rather not admit. But breathing.
Down here, sometimes a girl just has to shut up and take it.
That’s how you survive. That’s how you learn.