Faith gasped through her tears and held the audio recorder close to her and began to speak softly, "I am a medical officer on the USG Ishimura. Please, if anyone ever listens to this.....get out here. You're walking into a death trap." She wiped away her tears off her face. "These....things have been around here since yesterday."
A noise from outside in the hallway made her instinctively slow her breathing drastically, it almost began hurting her chest. Once the noise faded away from her location, she resumed her audio log.
"These things, apparently called Necromorphs. They seem to be like....zombies reanimated from some alien form." She tried not to sob. "This is a nightmare! I'm so scared...I keep looking at my plasma pistol next to me. I might just shoot myself, just to ease this suffering. Everytime I hear one of those things walk past, I keep thinking that they'll come get me. I saw one come through the ceiling and kill Dr. Young from the science department. It...gutted her and dismembered her."
She shook her head and continued on. "My fiancee is dead. There's nothing for me now. Nothing out there for me except pain, death, and terror." She gasped for air. "I wanna die. I'm too scared to pull the trigger."
The pistol seemed to look enticing to her everytime she looked at the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
"No, I can't...I have to find the remaining survivors....but, I'd be killed if I did. What should I do...what should I do..."
Off in the distance she heard pained and terrored screams. She could hear flesh being torn and blood splatter on the floor. It made her want to cry all over again and cradle herself inside the locker she occupied herself in, which was hard in itself as it is.
Pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
Pull the trigger.
"I don't want to die yet..." She sobbed as she looked at the pistol. Suddenly, the sound of Necromorphs were close. The growls and skidding of their sharp claws across the ground were coming closer and closer to her locker.
Faith cocked the gun and pressed it to her temple. She screamed and pulled the trigger.
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She screamed again. There was no ammunition in it. "Nooooo! Noooo!" A necromorph slammed the locker open crudely. Faith looked on at the demented monster. It was bloody across the mouth and had decaying skin across it's chest. There was no gender that could be told, it looked all the same to her. Judgement, Death, and Doom in the form of this creature standing above her.
"No....no no no no NOOOO!" She screamed and flailed her arms in front of her. The audio log clicked off and it was done recording. The necromorph brought his claw down to her and swiped her head clean off her shoulders.
How dreadful, right? I didn't want a Dead Space fanfic full of hope, happiness, or Issac. I wanted an OCC medic dreading the last ten minutes of her life while contemplating suicide. I'm such a sick person. Anyways, read and review please. Thank you for reading!