The Ishimura is Hell. Desolate, alone, isolated. The survivors, hiding in closets and under the floor, whimpering in fear of being torn apart by their former friends, know that no one is coming for them. All order is gone, there is no escape, death is imminent, and the screams of dying or fleeing crewmembers echo down the halls and through the vents. They are probably surrounded by the dismembered, mutilatedbodies of the crew, drenched in blood. There is no better way to describe it than Hell.