The Ghost of the Atlantic Express
-Defective Shadows-
Derrick Campbell is my own creation, everything else belongs to Bioshock.
"The Trinity has formed from the lies you fed us- the time has come". Derrick Campbell re-read this sentence over and over again until it was sown in his mind. "The Trinity has formed (?)" Who the hell were the Trinity? "Lies you fed us" what lies? Derrick couldn't fathom what this letter was about. This was common for Derrick. After purchasing the Atlantic Express from Augustus Sinclair, Derrick couldn't work out why he was being hounded by people about the Express. He was receiving warnings, advice to get out of the Express and erase its memory. Ever since the suicide of Prentice Mill- things have been happening…
Strange and stranger things have happened in Rapture. Far below sea level where genetic wonders and greed are commonplace, strange things are bound to happen. It's the natural cycle of Rapture. Much like when you destroy one enemy, somebody even worse takes their place. Because of the Civil War, the newer parts of Rapture had been torn apart and resources exhausted. The remaining few who had just about kept control of their minds fled to the older parts of Rapture. The Splicers also fled to the older parts of Rapture in hope to find ADAM. Trouble is that they can only be accessed by the Atlantic Express where its network forms a circle around the older parts. You would have to take a bathysphere to the main Atlantic Express station. Atlantic Express stations are scattered around the oldest parts of Rapture and Derrick Campbell was currently living in the Pauper's Drop station.
Derrick Campbell was a middle-aged man with brown hair and a gentleman's moustache, the typical look for a middle-upper class man. His grey suit was worn-out and his loafers were dirty, he had the look of a battle-hardened freedom fighter. Derrick downed the last drops of gin and dropped the bottle in the trash can beside his desk. His desk was a mess of old blueprints and keys to the numerous metal cabinets lying around the place. Derrick was practically alone in the station. Only those he knew best and trusted visited him, if only very rarely. During the fallout of Rapture, Derrick was a protector of the people. He gave refuge to those who needed it. His refuge was the tenement flats just outside the station in Pauper's Drop. Luckily, during that period Pauper's Drop was deserted. Everybody had forgotten about it during the Civil War. Only after they cleaned up the newer parts of Rapture they returned- with a vengeance. Derrick had virtually no company, apart from the shadows he thought he was rid of long ago…