Death Ocean

:Data Log 5: It's been five days since SC sent me out into the Death Ocean. So far all the scans have been the same—the virus has zero new effects by 2000m point. Although the water does seem to forming into a deeper red, but that's perhaps because I'm getting deeper. This sub is real shit, it can barely move and it can't even go up unless HQ activates the lower thrusters. That's all for my report today, I'll update it again tomorrow. :Transmission Terminated:

:Data Log 6: The DO Contagion appears to have physical forms by the 2300m point, and they've begun attaching themselves to the hull. But finally new results! Maybe I can go back home soon. After this I don't think I'll be doing any more volunteer work, that's for sure. Anyways these weird virus things look like blood clots, it's incredibly unnusual. I'll have another report tomorrow. :Transmission Terminated:

:Data Log 7: OKAY, one of the tapes got melted this morning. Shit, it's so bad. Okay, so I woke up to a terrible musk and I noticed there was a tiny hole in the hull spraying water into the sub. Only a little bit got in before I sealed it up so it should be fine, but I see how it affected all those patients now. This is bad. So now we know it has acidic effects. Plus I accidently dropped the sixth tape while I was investigating it and the tape melted instantly. I'm scared. I'll spend one more day down here. :Transmission Terminated:

:Start Recording: HQ I need you to send me back up! The clots are everywhere now and there's even more breaches in the hull. One of the clots just got in here and I swear to god it's moving! The gun locker is sealed and I can't open it without the access key. What… What is that? There's something out there. It's like… Like a heart. No, there's something in there. It's like a womb. What the fuck, get me out of here. What do you mean there's no lower thrusters? *Gun locker open*. Okay! Wait, it's not doing anything! Huh? What do you mean that wasn't the point of the gun? You don't… No. No! The water is almost to my feet. I still have a full life, don't make me do this! Please! Just get me out of here. Fine. Tell my wife I love her. :Transmission Terminated: