The tide creeps in as you make your way through the decrepit streets. You hear the blood-curdling cries of someone in agony up ahead. The moment you see the creatures patrolling the intersection, you hide in the broken-down doorway of a ruined building. Their unusual gait and croaking voices send shivers through your body. Even as the slapping of their webbed feet against the road fades into the distance, you cannot escape the feeling that, inevitably, they will find you.

A crowd gathers in the town square. At first you are relieved to see faces not bearing hideous, monstrous features: the prodigious, bulging eyes; wide jaws filled with sharp, jagged teeth; the gills, fins and webbings that suggest something fish-like and inhuman. Then you hear one voice rise above the din, and your heart turns to ice. "The time is nigh! The Order of Dagon commands you! Slay the outsiders and any who stand in our way, and you shall be rewarded! You shall be remade and share in the riches of the deep!" a robed man shouts. The crowd rejoices in jubilant madness.

The Manuxet River spills over as the tide rolls in higher and higher. Soon the streets are overflowing. The waves engulf anything and everything in their way, turning over vehicles, smashing through ramshackle houses, and cutting off escape routes. If this goes on much longer, there will be nothing left of the town of Innsmouth.

Water rushes through the town. The waves crash through dilapidated buildings, consume the streets, and destroy every standing bridge. Even the refinery is turned to rubble by the surging waters. Soon, Innsmouth is gone. You barely escape the raging sea.