"Alright! Lets get moving!" Alan boomed to the rest of the squad. They then began trudging through the jungle. As they walked along, the marines chatterd mindlessly about women and food. Then suddenly, the distinct shots of a pulse rifle are heard. "It must bravo team.", Alan thought to himself. He knew this because they were the only other squad in the area. But he must resist the urge to help them, and continue the mission. Finally they get to a clearing. "Men, We'll rest here for 2 minutes. No more No less!" Alan told his squad. He pulled his radio out and tried to reach command, "This is Private first class. Alan Miller, We have lost out sergeant in an xeno attack and are continuing toward the objective. We are requesting advice on our next move." Nothing but static is heard.' "This is Private First Class. Alan Miller, requesting advice on our next move. Over?" Just static. Alan cursed under his breath.
"Ok men were movi-" Just then a dark sillouette appears in the treeline, directly behind one of the younger marines sitting on a rock. Its tail swings back and fourth, much like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. Before Alan could even warn the marine, a small mouth pierces directly through the young marines heads. Warm red blood perverts the lush green grass,but the pounding rain washes it all away. But Alan is not worried about that, he's to focused on shooting that dark bastard.
He raises the rifle to his shoulder and fires a small burst into the young marines body hope that it will go through him and hit the menace that murdered his man. The young mans body falls to the ground, slumping against the rock. Nothing the silhouette's gone. Suddenly A something pierces another marine, as his intestines are impaled on the end of the long black tail. An older man, maybe in his forties, ran foward in a rage to try and save the others and shoots the monster at point blank. Light Green acid sprayed into the mans eyes, and he started shooting franticlly everywhere. He blasted another marine through the heart causing instant death before running off into the before he could get into the treeline, a large black fiend jumps on his back and clamps on to his head tightly. Soon the head is ripped from the body,now spurting blood. Now only 2 marines remain, including Alan.
Alan knew that the only way to survive now was to run like hell. He ran with all his strength toward the landing zone, praying that the ship will still be there. He stoped just to grab the surviving marines arm and pulled him along. Suddenly two xenomorphs appears behind the duo, and they latch on to the marines legs a pull with all there might. Alan keept running, not stopping, he knew if he stoped he would surely die. Then a loud rip is heard behind him and the marine became lighter, but he did'nt stop to see why. And In the back of his mind he knew that the marine had been split into, but he woud'nt let go. He would never let go.