Stuck in the Ship of Horrors with You

I almost got my friends' suitcases lost. I took trains back & forth to Russia, left the luggage safely stowed away in a locker, and waited for the group to meet me at the port. It was a grey day and the ship didn't look as luxurious as we imagined. The main deck was bare, save for a few container boxes, and the floor hadn't been scrubbed for ages.

In the ship's bowel, tables and chairs were spread out. A fight broke out and I discovered that a creature was entering the passengers and making them kill each other. I saw men walk around with sharp knives, serial killer lust in their eyes. I saw women scream and run, beg for my help. Eventhough it felt safe at the bottom of the ship -- mostly because the group gathered there was still sane and capable of protecting each other -- I made my way to the top.

Outside, in the night, I climbed the ship's main antenna. Deranged passengers tried to follow me; I kicked them one by one and watched their bodies crash on the deck. I knew nobody would be able to reach me up there.