High above the small boat the grappling hook and attached rope clawed onto a railing. Pulling themselves up, hand over hand, hundreds of feet above the ocean, the three helped each other over the railing and onto the deck of the Oil Rig.
“Goddamn that’s a long climb” Wheezed Mike, lying on his back trying to get his breath back.
To his right Harry was leaning on the railing, looking out over the ocean at the clear blue sky above it “I’m just glad we made it here and off of the mainland. If I have to climb another rope like that every day, for the rest of my life, I’ll be fine with it.”
Elaine, having caught her breath, started to walk around the deck, calling back to the others “It looks like they left in a hurry, I guess once the news broke they just wanted to get back to their families”
“I don’t blame them, poor bastards, everything going to hell and their stuck out here” said Mike as he hauled himself up and walking toward the nearest door “Lets find out what sort of food supplies they have onboard”.
Harry reached the door ahead of him and pulled the door open. A stairwell stretched down into the now dark bowls of the Rig. As he began to step down the stairwell, a low inhuman moan drifted up from the darkness below him. As he stood there, a shambling figure slowly moved into the light. The creatures left arm was missing and its skin had been torn away across the entire right side of its body, leaving dark, black, muscles visible across its shirtless torso. Seeing Harry it started to move faster toward him, arms outstretched, stumbling up the stairs.
With a shrill scream, Harry jumped back and slammed the door shut. Seconds later the door shuddered as the zombie began to hammer against it.With his back pressed against the door he shouted to Elaine on the other side of the deck “I think I know why they evacuated! And we need to do the same thing!”