We Dug Too Deep in Antarctica. Something Followed Us Home
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What did the Antarctic drilling crew discover beneath the ice?
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I'm only wearing my boxers and socks because it's late, and I'm planning to go directly to bed. No reason to get dressed, just for the 15-yard walk to my cabin. Another thud from nearby distracts me. It's followed by a bout of angry shouting. Most everyone is asleep, save for a handful who are on duty, which makes the noise doubly strange. What now? I mutter. As I step to the narrow door and reach for the knob, I notice my hands are shaking. It's an automatic response to violence. One I picked up after a very bad night ten years ago. I don't want to leave the bathroom. I already feel sick to my stomach. But someone out there is shouting my friend's name. And in a tone that doesn't bode well. Curiosity and concern get the best of me.
I open the door and step out into the hallway. The sounds of a struggle are louder now. I hurry toward them, thick socks swishing on thin carpet. Memories of what happened before leaving our Antarctic base two days ago have never been far, but right now, they're foremost in my mind. I turn the corner to find two men and a woman struggling in the hallway outside the stairwell door. I know them all well. We've just spent two and a half months together in very close proximity, which is why I'm so surprised to see what's happening. Brennan, my bunkmate, and the man I've known the longest out of everyone on this ship, is pressed up against the wall by the other two. Davila, a tough ex-army woman, has his arm pressed against the wall with one hand as she tries to free a familiar Teflon-coated canister from his grip with her other hand.
Stein, a bearded Canadian outdoorsman, presses Brennan's other arm against the wall, using one leg across Brennan's knees to keep my bunkmate from kicking out. This would all seem insane even if I couldn't plainly see the look on Brennan's face. He's struggling so hard, grunting and grimacing, that he looks like a different person. His clean-shaven face is lobster red, his lips pulled back to reveal clamped together teeth. Veins throb with his insanely fast heartbeat. Let go! Davila screams. Come on, Brynn! Let go! This isn't like him. None of this makes sense. My hands tremble as they try to make fists. I don't let them. My stomach turns inside out. Flashes of the night ten years ago come to mind. A struggle.
A push. Steep metal stairs. A man shrieking in pain. As I stand there dumbly, taking in the scene, blood vessels pop in Brennan's left eye, clouding the white sclera with red next to his rich brown iris.
What are you doing?
I shout, unsure who I'm talking to. Stein glances over at me, revealing that his nose has been smashed in. Blood flows into his orange beard, making it look brown. Help! He's nuts! Given my size and physique, I could easily subdue Brennan. But I don't.
I can't.
Brennan, I say dully. Knock it off, man. His eyes, which have been staring unseeing at the wall, shift to me. There's a flicker of recognition. Brennan suddenly stops struggling. Eyelids droop. Every muscle relaxes. Davila rips the canister from his hand but doesn't let go.
How does the crew react to the first signs of danger?
Neither does Stein. Eyes fixed on me, Brennan opens his mouth. He's about to say something. But he doesn't. His eyelids shoot back up, and he goes stiff again, fighting against his coworkers. He opens his mouth wide, any hint of recognition of sanity is gone from his eyes.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What did the Antarctic drilling crew discover beneath the ice?
0:00–4:04
2
How does the crew react to the first signs of danger?
4:04–7:25
3
What events lead to the crew's escalating paranoia and violence?
7:25–11:28
4
How does the protagonist cope with the trauma from the past?
11:28–15:59
5
What happens during the struggle between the crew members?
15:59–24:32
6
What implications arise from the discovery of the subglacial lake?
24:32–29:26
7
How does the infection affect the crew's behavior?
29:26–29:46
8
What is the ultimate fate of the crew after the horror unfolds?
29:46–30:23
Speakers
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