Rapture...

Nothing but a figment of the past century's memory. Nothing but ruins and a fallen dream of one man. Nothing but infested with such horrid creatures chasing after these small children being protected by a huge, ancient contraption.

ADAM, it's what we thrive off. An unknown phenomenon coursing through our veins, giving us immense power unlike any man has ever obtained. But man is scarce nowadays in these ruins. Only a few that was bred from their elders are still making this...graveyard...a home. But why?

I am just nothing but a walking Big Daddy. But everytime I look at the glass shields holding the water out, I wonder why I am not wearing head wear most of the time like the others who kept it on all the time. Just looking at the wrecked buildings through the glass made me wonder why this all came to be in the first place. But scanning the distant area made me look up at some figure floating down.

None of the Big Daddy's seem to care what's happening above or beyond the city, but it seems like I need to check out the object. Through the airlock with the water flooding the room just before I put my head wear on, I made a slow sprint through the ocean floor, seeing the same object just feet away from the sand. Normally, objects float down in huge pieces, or even tiny objects such as a brown, soft animal like the ones the Little Sisters always play. I got closer to the object, realizing it was not an object...

It's human...


((Hey there, everybody! This is CrymsonShokwave here making another fan fiction story. For those who are still waiting for an update on my other stories, I have to apologize for the long haitus due to much personal circumstances that I had to deal with on my pwn. But now, I have recently played Bioshock as a recommendation from a long time friend of mine, and that brought a spark of inspiration to start off my own Bioshock story. Letting you know that this is set in the modern day time (just minutes before 2017). Let's hope this goes well. See ya then!))