Hudson's eyes darted around, looking for any signs of movement within his current vicinity, the only thing that he currently had to rely upon in regards to weaponry was a very small looking combat knife, which would do jack and shit to the xenomorphs. How he had survived being pulled under by the badass Alien a few moments ago, he couldn't quite recall, but some blind luck was certainly involved. Is Pulse Rifle had been dropped into the water somewhere and his dating eyes were trying to find that as well as the Xenomorph.
A few steps revealed where the pulse rifle was, underneath the water. Carefully, slowly, he bent forwards to retrieve the treasured weapon from the depths of the water, it was only thigh deep and easy to wade through, it was the time it took to fumble under the sewerage water that was the hard part. It stank to high heaven, of every unimaginable and unsavoury thing that anyone could think of, and then some. The second that his reaching fingers connected with the strap; he pulled the weapon up and out of the vile water, held it close and resumed his searching to the alien that had pulled him under the floor.
The water was cold, icy cold, yet the only thin that the Marine was interested in now was survival. He had had his taste of death, and assumed that the others would have thought he was in the hands of the aliens and their cocoons. Or they hadn't survived themselves. He had to get back to them, and soon before the complex was blown skyward! Hudson's concentration on finding away out was so absolute that the beeping of the motion tracker made him jump, visibly. Whatever was moving was right ahead of him; the pulse rifle was checked quickly as the marine moved onwards, three signals it seemed.
Overhead the banging of feet interrupted his determination, a glance upwards through the grating granting him with the sight of Hicks and Ripley, running past him.
"Hicks!" Hudson shouted to attract their attention, but to no avail, the blaring sirens were too loud for him to be heard, and he watch them run on. Though he was filled with a renewed hope, they were alive! Sparks a ways overhead in the sewer system caught his attention; maybe they had heard him after all?
When he got closer to the sparks, they had disappeared altogether leaving the marine confused about why they had cut through, until he saw the floating head of Newts doll, so she had been taken too. Poor girl. Hudson closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, so that's where the badass alien had gone He cursed and hit the water with his free hand, causing a splash of rancid water to spill up into his face. At least, if nothing else, the cutting had provided him with a way out of the sewer system. Reaching up, Hudson heaved his way out of the water and back onto the drier walkway. Quickly heading off in the direction that Ripley and Hicks would have gone to the landing bay.
The motion tracker bleeped once more, Hudson had been expecting the company this time, and cocked the Pulse Rifle ready to take on the creatures once again, a quick glance given to the tracker told him that they were near, seconds later they came into view. With contact made, Hudson fired the rifle, and the deafening sound of the Aliens screams and the rifles fire filled the corridor. There weren't as many as first anticipated, with the Aliens felled, Hudson could resume his search for the others, and a way of escape which was becoming a much bigger priority with every passing moment.
With no blue prints to follow Hudson was running blind with no clue on where to go, panic was beginning to settle in once more, he didn't want to die on this forsaken rock. Yet, just as he felt like giving in to the hopelessness of the situation, a T Junction came up, with arrows for directions back to Operations, and the Outdoor Docking Bay. He relief was instant and worked like a moral boost for the Marine, quickening his pace in the direction of something that could get him out of here!
As he followed the track that would lead him to his way of escape, his mind was racing what if the others hadn't made it, what if they had left without him? And, as the large bay doors opened, the fear of no one being there came bitterly true. The ship had gone. He must have taken far too long to get to where they had been.
"Shit! Hat the fuck am I supposed to do now?" Hudson cursed looking quickly for a way of escape knowing that there were now only minutes before the complex was destroyed, he pulled the helmet from his head, how it had stayed there for so long without being strapped was anyone's guess. As Hudson's hand ran through his sweat drenched hair he saw something that might be another glimmer of slim hope, a poorly lit sign cast in shadow by a neon Bar sign. "Lunar Trips."
Hudson darted quickly towards the blasted open bay doors, sprinting for those valuable seconds, his feet stamping through the mud underfoot. Slinging the rest of the bay doors open as he ran into the small storage bay. The shuttle was only small, and wouldn't be very fast. A small vacation shuttle for hose of the colonists that could afford such a luxurious trip to Lv-426's moon. Still, it provided Hudson with a slim change of escape.
Hudson fired up the shuttle, and carefully, and as quickly as he could manage took the shuttle out of the storage bay, a gaze was cast to the watch on his wrist, he only had a few more minutes to get the hell off of Lv-426, which a distant voice reminded him. 2 minutes! He was going to be wasted in the aftermath! When clear enough of the complex, Hudson hit the auto-pilot for the Lunar Run, and strapped himself into the pilots chair, slinging the pulse rifle onto one of the seats behind him. All he could do now was wait, and pray that the small shuttle would make it through the explosion from the complex and that the Sulaco would pick him up.
The explosion was blinding, the shuttle filled with brilliant white light and shook violently, forcing Hudson to close his eyes in order to protect them, and they didn't open.