The Ocean On His Shoulders

I had to get out ASAP as the voices of splicers echoed through the corridor.

"Search all the rooms and get all the Starswirl you see! Kill any bastard that you spot whether man, bitch or brat!"

I grabbed a lamp as I grabbed my bags as I decided to try the vents, I smashed the lamp against the grate again and again, grunting and yelling with every slam against that tough piece of shit... Eventually I broke through and climbed inside, dragging my case with me through the vents.

As I climbed further in I saw sights of armaments being made. I saw Splicers mounting a 'Bucker M2' to a cart, making into an auto turret ready. As I crawled further I saw a workshop and in it were guys making shit from scrap bits in Rapture from the lack of guns. One thing I spotted was assembled from bits of piping and shit. Looked like a flamethrower or something to me...

It was then that I reached the end and broke through into the Bathysphere Port where some stupid bastard had left his unlocked. I climbed in and as soon as I put my foot in, I heard a long groan like a big arse whale... I turned and saw a hulking beast the size of a bulk door, maybe bigger... Built like a tank and carrying a mega Rivet Gun... A Big Stallion's what they called 'em... Men who were horribly mutilated by Starswirl and grafted into diving suits... Mindless slaves made to guard Little Sisters... He didn't have one on him so I left him alone and got in the Bathy. I then went off to where I thought it was safe... Appaloosa Square... Oh how wrong I was...