Speaker 1: M HM. In the heart of the unknown, where darkness
fries and nightmares take shape, we embark on another seas
of unearthing the macarbon mysterious. Welcome to Season three of
Dark Toils Uncovered, where every shadow conceals the story waiting
to be told. This season begins with a chilling return
to the Depths. The ocean's dark secrets resurface in Zombie
Water too, Rise of the Deep, but the story doesn't
stop there. As we dive deeper and deeper in, we
find ourselves in chapter two, Into the Abyss. The Abyss calls,
and what lies beneath is more terrifying than anything ever
seen before. Prepared to descend into a world where the
undead rise and the sea itself turns against us, the
Depths has never been darker. Dark Toils Uncovered Season three
dare to explore the Abyss. Chapter two, Into the Abyss.
The air was heavy with salt and vogue as the
dawn broke over Crystal Bay. Nina, Jake, and Calvin gathered
by the docks, where the faint lights of their boats
cut through the eerie morning mist. The vessel a weathered
still hold, beast of reinforced panels and heavy duty nets.
Was an old trawler that had been retro fitted for
survival rather than fishing. It had been scavenged and fortified
with makeshift weapons, harpoons, crossbows, and cans of chemical sprays
that Calvin assured them could slow down the infected, if
only briefly. Maya Chang, a young, wiry teenager who had
joined them a few days earlier, was perched on the
edge of the boat, watching the water with a hard,
unreasonable expression. She wore a patched up jacket several sizes
too big, and her face was set in its determined glare.
She was quiet, but she was a fierce energy about her,
a born a drive, born of loss. Everyone ready asked,
glancing around her. Jake gave her a nod. Hand resting
on a harpoon gun sling over his shoulder. Calvin adjusted
his glasses, flipping through the map as he mumbled calculations
under his breath, and Mayer, after a brief hesitation, gave
a curt nod. All right, Nina said, let's go. As
they set off, the boat's engine hummed quietly, a faint
sound against the vast, eerie silence of the ocean. The
water was still, almost too still, like a blanket hiding
something monstrous beneath it. First stop is an old fishing
ground about five miles out, Calvin announced. Studying the map,
reports indicate it's where some of the first fish infected
fish were spotted. Jake scoffed, First, I've seen infected fish
fish one hundred miles down the coast where way past
first stock. Calvin shot him a look, but said nothing. Instead,
he flipped a few pages in his notebook, muttering something
about evolutionary adaption rates and viral more for genesis that
only Nina seemed to follow. She glanced at him, frowning.
What exactly are you saying, she asked, I'm saying. Calvin
looked each of them, his face tense. This infection is
mutating faster than we have ever expected. The zombies we're
dealing without here, they're adapted, becoming something else. Jake let
out a low whistle. Wow, that's just fantastic. They continued
intense silence until they reached the coordinates Calvin had marked
on the map. Jake cut the engine and the boat
drifted slowly, the waves lapping against the hole. Nina knelt
by the side of the boat and lowered a water
sample kit, watching it as it filled with a dark
and almost oily liquid. She pulled it back up, holding
it to the light. The water had an unnatural shimmer
to it, faint but unmistakable, a simply greenish tint. It
seemed to pulse slightly, as if alive. Maya leaned over,
watching in morbid fascination. What is it? Nina held as
the sample up, her expression grim. It's the infections. It's
like it's spreading through the water itself, almost like a
living thing. Calvin pulled up a pulled out a portable microscope,
and examined the sample. His eyes widened as he looked
up at Nina, his face pale. It's more than just
a virus now. It's bonded with certain microorganisms, adapt and
evolving with them. The water as a host for the infection.
It's replicating itself. Jake, who had been scanning the water
with binoculars, lowered them with a grim expression. So it's
not just zombies in the water, it's the water itself.
A loud splash echoed from the distance, and everyone froze.
Jake his binoculars again, scanning the horizon The fog had
fit thickened, blurring the line between sea and sky, but
he could just make out a dark shape in the
water moving towards them. Something's coming, he whispered. We watched
intense silence as the shape grew closer. The fog panted
to reveal the bloated figure of a fisherman, his face
a mask of death. His skin was pale and stretched,
his eyes blank, and his mouth hung open, emitting a low,
guttural moan. But he was not alone. Behind him, half
submerged and crawling through the water like a terrible wave,
with a mass of other infected dead, decayed hands reaching out,
pushing through the water with a relentless purpose, bracious hours.
Jake shouted, gripping his harpoon gun, Nina grabbed. Nina grabbed
a spray canister from the supply bag and held it up,
her finger hovering over the trigger. Calvin tightened his grip
on the long metal pipe he'd modified into a makeshift weapon,
his eyes darting between the zombies and the dark water
beneath them. The infective fisherman reached the edge of the
boat first, his rotting hand gripping the side. Now scraping
against the metal without hesitation. Jent fired the harpoon gun,
the spear piercing the zombie shoulder and sending it crashing
back into the water. But the rest of the horde
was unfazed, moving slowly, relentlessly, inevitable of a tide. Maia,
her face pale but resolute, grabbed a metal pipe and
joined the others at the edge of the boat. She
swung it hard, striking and striking, and infected that had
managed to grip the side, sending it back into the
water with a splash. But everyone they pushed back. Two
more of it took its place. These things don't stop,
Maya muttered, her voice trembling. They don't have to breathe,
and they don't feel pain. Kevin said grimly. The infection
has made them unstoppable. Not entirely, Nina raised, said, raising
the spray canister. She pressed the trigger, releasing a cloud
of chemical compound that Calvin had developed the infective recoil,
their flesh bubbling and hissing as the spray hit them,
forcing them to retreat. Calvin looked at her, surprised it's working.
The chemical was breaking down the infection on contact but
their relief was short lived. A loud fud reverberated, but
from beneath the boat, sending a shiver through the hole.
Jake's eyes widened. That didn't just sound like one of them.
Another fud, harder, this time, rocked the boat, nearly knocking
them off their feet. They scrambled to the edge, peering
into the water. A massive shadow beneath them, a dark,
shifting form that seemed to blend into the water itself.
What what is that? Maya whispered. Before anyone could answer,
the shadows surged up, and a massive, mutated creature burst
from the water. It was unlike anything they'd ever seen,
an infective, sharp, an infected shark. Its skin tore and
torn and rotted, its eyes clouded and lifeless, yet filled
with unnatural hunger. Its mouth opened wide, and rows of
jagged teeth glinting in the dim light as if it
lunged at the boat. Jake didn't hesitate. He raised the
harpoon gun and fired the spear, lodging deep into the
creature's side. It flashed wildly, its tail slamming against the boat,
sending a spray of water in infective blood over them.
Get back, Nina shouted, grabbing Mayor and pulling her away.
As the creature freshed closer, Calvin, his face pale, pulled
out a flare gun and aimed it at the creature.
He fired, and the flares struck the infective sharks and
white open wound, igniting the infected blood. The creature let
out a horrible screeching roar as flames engulfed it, its
body flashing as it disappeared beneath the waves and in
a cloud of blackened, bubbling water. Silence fell over the boat,
broken only by the sound of heavy breathing. The water
around them settled, the dark shape of the infected creatures
fading back into the depths. Jake lowered his harpoon gun,
his face hard. That was just a beginning, he muttered,
whatever's out there, it's getting stronger. Nina took a deep,
steadying breath, glancing at the others. Then we better get
stronger too. As they set course for the next infective
hot spot, none of them spoke, each lost in the
enormity of what they just faced and what lay ahead.
The infection was spreading faster than they feared, and the
creatures it was creating were evolving, adapting to the waters
and the life within them. As they sailed in the fog,
the dark waters around them whispered of horrors yet to come.