People are posting up that this story seems a bit stereotypical or cliched. This is the story to Tristan Craft and the Lost City (the game I'm working on in my engine), and from what I can tell, it's fairly unique. The best way to make up a story, in my opinion, is to go where very few have gone before. You might think that having an infection come from another source is good enough, but the whole zombie scene is incredibly overdone. Go for outside of the box, and start there. It should produce some good results.
Quote: "Bermuda Cruises seemed like a logical place to spend a vacation. Rated 5 Stars in the latest Vacation Weekly magazine... This place had to be nice. And it was. Before that night, at least.
The glass of sparkling champagne glittered as the sun started to go down in the distance. Surrounded by hundreds of miles of clear blue water, Tristan Craft, retired newspaper writer at the age of 27, looked longingly into the ocean. There had been rumors on the last cruise that if you looked hard enough, you can see machinery underwater. It was just another white lie, most likely. Something parents tell their kids. Yet there was something about the depth of the water that lulled Tristan into a deep hypnosis. The longer he stared, the more it felt like there was something underneath there. Something longing to be found.
Early the next morning...
The boat lurched suddenly as if someone had stopped it with a brick wall. Glasses flew off shelves. Closets full of clothes came undone. Lights swayed back and forth. Red warning lights echoed along the engine room and the under hull of the vessel. The boat was filling with water. Tristan prepares for a mass panic as the boat continues to lurch and sway. Tristan leaves his bunk in a hustle, hoping to avoid the ensuing chaos. He winds his way through the different cruise attractions to the bow. No one is there.
Four minutes later... Three quarters of the vessel is lost. Tristan sees that an abandon ship call is imminent, so he jumps overboard, hoping to grab on to some sort of floating debris. Tristan's foot hits a small lever right below the surface of the water. He dives underneath to take a closer look, but nothing is there. He hears the slow churning of the boat sinking, but is introduced to a new noise. That of machinery lifting something. Something is surfacing..."
