Inktober 2026 13
Inktober 2026 13, Flimsy
Captain’s log, Day 13
Rope takes the strain. We’ve started hauling the unidentified survivor out of the pit, hand over hand, with the engineer on the line.
Then the rope starts to fray. It’s a flimsy old thing, rated for cargo and not for people, and every strand that parts is one fewer between them and the dark.
Nobody says it, but we all hear it. Keep pulling.
