Weak. The first word to come to mind as the task of opening her eyelids alone proved to be too much to bear. Her limbs were sore from the multiple slips and blows she had faced before. Her eyelids refused to cooperate as she tried to force them open. One two three...damn it Ripley open your fucking eyes. After many failed attempts she managed to peak at the room. The gaudy white light blinded Ripley for a moment before she closed her eyes again.

Shit, where am I? The harsh scent of ammonia and many cleaning supplies burned her nose. Ripley was completely immobile strapped to a gurney, she tried wriggling her arms but to no avail ughh my arm. She turned her head to see a long needle running through her arm.

"Hello?" she called with a hoarse voice "Answer me...Please" her throat burned. She needed water but she was strapped to a gurney, alone and completely unaware of her surroundings. For a moment the feeling of hopelessness started to arise in Ripley. There was no one in the room with her as far as she could tell. She listened for footsteps or voices but heard none. Once again she cried out "Is any...anyone here?" Her voice cracked with each call and cry, her throat completely moistureless and sore. Lips dry cracked, and split; in an attempt to moisten them she ran her tongue but there was no saliva.

"Fucking answer me! I know someone is here there has to be". The only sound Ripley could hear was the beeping of the monitor next to her in her haste to find others she completely neglected to observe her settings. She was in a medical ward like those on the Sevastopol the only difference was this one wasn't in ruins. The machines beeping and quiet hums put Ripley in a state of unease, no one was answering her the constant song of medical machines was the only company she had in the medical room. Great just what I need, there has to be a way out of here. Once more she tried to look around the room wriggling just enough to see a bit more of the room, the door was far from her gurney. Ripley observed the straps for a buckle but couldn't find any Must be underneath... she took a deep breath and tried to writhe out of her entanglement. When that attempt proved to be futile she tried to move her limbs but a very sharp pain shot through her body. Shit, the needle Ripley did her best to ignore her body's cry as she pried one of her arms through the straps.

The free arm pulled the needle out slowly "Ahhh okay...alright you can do this" she groaned as she grabbed ahold of the IV line and pulled herself up. This was a foolish plan as all the fluids gushed into Ripley's arm causing her to cry out once again. "Ugh...what is this shit?" she clutched her arm. Fire seemed to flow through her veins as the warmth spread through her overwhelming her. Black spots started to cloud her vision as her eyes rolled back as she slumped onto the gurney slipping into unconsciousness.

Unsure of how much time had passed Ripley awoke again feeling more disgruntled than ever but her limbs felt no pain. It must have been some kind of morphine the lights blinding her once again Ripley groaned. I've got to get out of here...she picked up from where she began and tried to escape the gurney. She pulled the needle out of her arm carefully once it was out she wriggled her arm just a bit so she could at least move it, she then attempted to find a buckle under the gurney but couldn't reach. Her right arm could not move regardless off being pain-free, her left still trying to get to the bottom of the gurney. Ripley shifted her body as much as she could and soon the shifting turned to thrashing as she desperately tried to escape the confinement of the makeshift bed.

"Someone help me!" she screamed as her thrashing got worse. There was wetness on her face as she let out a choking sob, "Please just help me". Ripley felt utterly defeated. She was never one to give up, but she had no way out and she was all alone.

Yes, she survived the explosions, the creatures, raging androids and hysterical people; but now there is no one to survive it with. She has no voice at the end of the radio even when they were being picked off one by one someone was always there. There is no drive to get back to the Torrens. The Torrens...Verlaine, she's dead Ripley thought bitterly. The creature got on the Torrens and fucking killed her there's no way she could have survived. I can't stay here I need...I need to know where I am. Ripley stared at the ceiling contemplating on the events that had transpired. The ceiling was just as white as the rest of the room if not brighter because of the light. It reminded her of the shock that killed Taylor and the surge that came before Samuels died because she was too late to save him.

Samuels "I wanted Amanda Ripley to have closure." Samuels last words echoed through her mind, part of her wishes he had never tried to reach APOLLO he could have gotten himself to the Torrens if he wasn't so damn selfless; he would have survived if he just left the machine alone. They could have handled the Joes, they could...but they didn't because he was Samuels he had to make sure they were safe, he had to make sure Amanda had her closure. But Ripley knew she wouldn't want Samuels to be any different from how he was.

The wetness from her face had not yet dried and she didn't care. All that shit for a payout, all those lives so Weyland-Yutani could cash some fucking checks.

"Pull your shit together Ripley, you didn't go through all of that just to cry on a fucking gurney." her voice was shaky but chastising herself proved to be the motivation she needed before she made another attempt to slip out of the restrictions. Limb by limb she pulled them all through, struggling with her legs that were weak but still buzzed from whatever drugs were being pumped into her. She managed to swing her arms underneath the gurney and after fumbling with the buckle, was able to free her torso reaching lower unbuckle the rest a thought popped into her head Who the hell rescued me? Her last interactions with strangers were not exactly friendly and without a weapon, she was completely defenseless on a stranger's ship if I'm even on a ship. She cursed herself for not thinking clearly. Ripley unbuckled the last strap and attempted to stand. After weeks (she assumed) of not being used, her legs were like gelatin and thanks to the drug they felt like a strange tingling gelatin, making it impossible to walk.

"God, where am I even going" Ripley gripped anything she could to support herself and made her way to the door. The engineer stumbled many times in her attempt to get to the door. Clutching her side she tried pulling herself up the wall once more, shit I can't go out there like this but I can't stay here. Where's my stuff? Being weak is one thing, being weak and defenseless was another.

She turned her head to observe the room in search of any object that could be used or her belongings. There were only medical supplies and a metal bucket. You're shitting me. She sighed and said, "Bucket it is."

The door opened to a pristine, shiny and empty hallway; gripping the bucket with one hand and clutching the wall with the other Ripley made her way down the hallway. Ripley had absolutely no idea where she was going, she made several turns and still not one person insight, she started to call out again but her throat felt like she was gargling sand. The hallway was cold as she looked down to see goose bumps on her arms she had a shocking realization; someone has changed her. In place of the uniform she wore were a plain white shirt and pants. Ripley grimaced for a moment I hope some guy didn't change me. After trudging through the halls and making several turns Ripley was almost 100% sure that she had been going around in circles. The sound of heavy footsteps frightened her for a moment before she trekked as fast as she could towards the sound.

"Hell...o" her voice too hoarse to yell she tried but her throat burned. She trudged faster and faster until she collapsed with a loud thud, the footsteps stopped; apparently changing their direction heading towards Ripley. Ripley sat on the floor too fatigued to do anything but stand and face whoever was walking towards her.

Then suddenly her blood had gone cold and shivers ran down her spine as she looked into the white pupil-less eyes and heard...

"Are you lost, how may I assist you?"