Bang! The buzzing motor roared with excitement. Steadily, I held out the screw driver. Again, I sat down drilling in bolts and screws with oil covering me. The moon shined bright and it was ready. Like a ghostly whisper slipping through the cracks, the smoke billowed from the chimney. As the water churned, I turned the hatch and checked the monitors. Then I looked behind. There was a crack in the ceiling with water spewing everywhere. The floor beneath me collapsed as I floated around, screaming for help despite knowing that no one was around. Floating in front of me was a wrench. As it glistened in the light, I whisked it away from the water then dove down, unbolting every piece I could.

With each turn of the wrench, panic surged through my veins. The water level rose steadily, creeping higher and higher within the confined space of the chamber. Each breath became a struggle as I fought against the relentless force of the water, my lungs burning with the need for air.

Desperation fueled my actions as I worked feverishly to dismantle the machinery surrounding me. Every bolt, every screw, I loosened with trembling hands, driven by the primal instinct to survive. The sound of rushing water echoed in my ears, drowning out all other noise as it filled the chamber with a deafening roar.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I fought against the rising tide, my movements fueled by sheer determination. With each passing moment, the water threatened to consume me, its icy embrace tightening around me like a vice.

But even in the depths of despair, a glimmer of hope remained. As I frantically worked to dismantle the machinery, a thought crystallized in my mind: if I could just disable the source of the water, perhaps I could stem the tide long enough to find a way out.