! REPORT
They Know (Part 2)
3D Render by slofkoskyEydis had just closed her fingers around the soft weighted neon parrot when the station’s heartbeat faltered. The rhythmic hum she lived by didn't just stop, it was torn open. A sequence of rhythmic metallic thuds shuddered through the floorboards, followed by a sound no station dweller ever wants to hear, the shriek of structural steel giving way.
Before she could process the trajectory of the sound, the digital mural of their home, the only window she had to a world she’d never touched shattered.
It wasn’t just glass. The display wall was cracking inward as a hulking, wrinkled mass of flesh and questing tentacles was forcing its way through. Other than the flames, the station remained terrifyingly dark. There were no red strobes, no automated sirens, comms were down. Only the banging of the intruder and the sudden distant screaming from the hallway.
Fear for Eydis, wasn’t a racing heart, it was a cascade of failing probabilities. She looked at the front door, her primary exit, but the sounds of the struggle outside were already too close.
Her hand clamped down on Baxter’s neck, feeling the vibration of his low, protective snarl. He was ready to die for a home that was dying. In that fraction of a second, her logic processors collided with her heart. She couldn't reach Martin, and Martin couldn't reach her. If she stayed to wait for him, she would be signing Baxter’s death warrant.
"Not today Bax" she whispered, her voice tight with a new, sharper kind of ache.
She turned away from the screams in the hall and the ghost of the man she loved, pulling the dog toward the dark maintenance hatch.
The wait was over.
It was time to run.
Probability of surviving: 50%
NOTES:--------------------
Part 1 started off with a much different feel. A dog who recognized her lonely heart and in that moment shared a tender gift with Eydis.
Now... fleeing for their lives.
I like to make stories for my characters, helps bring them to life. Went a little contrasty with the image but I was kind of after that feel.
NO AI but editing done in the free Google Snapseed and free Affinity Canva
PART 1 here: https://www.renderhub.com/gallery/91481/they-know
Before she could process the trajectory of the sound, the digital mural of their home, the only window she had to a world she’d never touched shattered.
It wasn’t just glass. The display wall was cracking inward as a hulking, wrinkled mass of flesh and questing tentacles was forcing its way through. Other than the flames, the station remained terrifyingly dark. There were no red strobes, no automated sirens, comms were down. Only the banging of the intruder and the sudden distant screaming from the hallway.
Fear for Eydis, wasn’t a racing heart, it was a cascade of failing probabilities. She looked at the front door, her primary exit, but the sounds of the struggle outside were already too close.
Her hand clamped down on Baxter’s neck, feeling the vibration of his low, protective snarl. He was ready to die for a home that was dying. In that fraction of a second, her logic processors collided with her heart. She couldn't reach Martin, and Martin couldn't reach her. If she stayed to wait for him, she would be signing Baxter’s death warrant.
"Not today Bax" she whispered, her voice tight with a new, sharper kind of ache.
She turned away from the screams in the hall and the ghost of the man she loved, pulling the dog toward the dark maintenance hatch.
The wait was over.
It was time to run.
Probability of surviving: 50%
NOTES:--------------------
Part 1 started off with a much different feel. A dog who recognized her lonely heart and in that moment shared a tender gift with Eydis.
Now... fleeing for their lives.
I like to make stories for my characters, helps bring them to life. Went a little contrasty with the image but I was kind of after that feel.
NO AI but editing done in the free Google Snapseed and free Affinity Canva
PART 1 here: https://www.renderhub.com/gallery/91481/they-know








































