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The human guy
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Following the trail of conveniently placed blood splatter, I came to what was left of someone, looked like they were shredded and partly riped apart. And it stank to high hell. "... gah! Damn this stinks" bending down I began to search what was left of the body, if it could still be called that. Picking through it I didn't fine any thing of use. Standing back up, looking around to see if the Xenomorph was about to pounce me. Not seeing it didn't comfort me though. Moving on down the rows of cargo containers I found a couple more blood spots. "fuck, this place is like a maze"
turning a corner, I spotted a pulse rifle laying on the ground not twenty feet from me, the only problem was that 4 ft behind that the crates were arranged in such a way they made a nice pitch black hole, big enough for a large person to crouch inside of. Holding my table leg at the ready, I didn't want to walk over there and pick up the rifle, it looked like a fucking trap to me. I stared at the hole holding my breath. Listening hard for any sounds, only hearing my rapid heart beat. Walking slowly forward, holding my now seemingly pathetic table twig in front of me, ready to jab it into the Xenomorph when it jumped at me. Now I was within reach of the rifle, still holding my breath for at least a minute now. Reaching out slowly I set my hand on the rifles butt, I was still alive at this point so I picked it up and slowly backed away from the hole, once I was 10 feet away, I looked at the rifles ammo read out, it was busted. Standing up about to check the clip something grabbed me form behind, picking me up by my waist I was tossed into the side of a cargo container, the world going black around me.
Coming out of my blankness knock out, I found that my head hurt like hell, and that I was on the ground, I still had the rifle in hand, turning onto my back rapidly I aimed it wildly around, but nothing was there. Taking a deep breath I had no idea what just happened. I wiped my face only to be greeted with Paine as I discovered my nose was vary crooked, pointed all the way to the left, seems I broke if when I hit the crate. "ahh...ahh..dman.." gently taking hold of my nose with my fingers, I pulled it out and set it back in place, not an all to pleasant feeling "dah! Damn it to hell!" blood dripped from my nose, and it stung, hell I couldn't breath through it. Remembering what happened to cause me to black out I took another look around my self, looking down where my head was laying there was a small pool of blood, touching it I found that it was at least five hours old.
So that meant that the thing attacked me, and left me...alone, hell from what Ive heard I should be fucking dead. But here I was looking like an idiot with a broken nose sitting on the floor. Looking down at the rifle, and its busted round counter, I took the clip out, it had a total of 10 bullets left in it, assuming it still worked. Hearing a hiss from nearby caused me to slam the clip back into the gun and back my self up against the container behind me, pointing the gun wildly around my self. I didn't see any thing.
A sticky substance dripped down onto my head, eyes going wide I pointed the gun up towards where the drip came from, nothing was there, this damn thing was fucking with me now! "Your pissing me off now!" standing up I turned the gun's mounted light on, leaving the table leg on the floor. Running my hand through my hair it came back with a clearly slimy substance, the same that was on the little table I broke. The damn thing was playing around, that means that I don't stand a chance, otherwise I would already be dead. Pointing the gun at the hole it was previously siting in front of, the light shined into it, revealing that it only went about six feet back, also reveling a squat hole, just large enough for me to fit through. Walking over to the hole I peered into it, it led to a ventilation shaft.
Looking behind me I didn't see the Xenomorph, looking back at the shaft, I eased myself into it, pointing the gun down either side of it. No Xeno to be seen. Picking one of the two ways to go I began to crouch walk, as I couldn't stand up in here. After about three minutes of walking and glancing behind my self, I came to a access hatch that had claw marks on it, looked like the Xeno tried to get through it but failed. Looking at the neatly covered control panel on the right of the hatch, I set the gun down and set to work. Lifting the hatch I peered at the small controls. No big deal, switching a few wires should get me out of here.
As I began to mess with the wires my hands began shaking, pain shooting through my knuckles down my arms and up into my back. "ahhhh...dahhh!" bent over on myself I spasm in pain, not sure the sound of cracking bones was my imagination or reality. Grabbing the guns barrel just to hold onto something, the pain passed, and I breathed deeply, just a few cramps now, letting go of the barrel I looked in mild surprise at it, my grip had basically crushed the rifles barrel as if it were clay, literally. Picking up the now useless gun I studied the part I crushed, hell I could see a hand print in it.
"how... oh right, DNA stuff... what the hell is happening to me?" looking behind me with the still working rifle light, the Xenomorph wasn't there. Looking down at my hands and arms, I noticed that they were tingling, and that the muscle in them was...bigger I suppose. Clenching my jaw I set back to work on the access port. Making quick work of the wiring, the access door opened up. Going past the door I headed further down the shaft, checking behind me every now and then. I came to a vent leading into a well lit room, looking in there I saw it was some sort of lab, test tubes and the such, didn't look like any thing major to me. The room being vacant I decided to smash the vent out, I dropped down to the floor. Listening for any other sounds, satisfied that no one was around I walked over to a computer and looked at the read outs, a bunch of gibberish to me.
Another wave of pain hit me, felt like someone slammed a door on my head and jumped on my back repeatedly. Holding onto the table clenching my jaw as not to scream and taking in ragged breaths of air. The Paine subsided, looking at where I grabbed the table I saw that I crushed those areas, and this was a metal table."..vuken zell..." I couldn't talk right, I meant to say fucking hell " vuken zell..." noticing that my mouth didn't feel right I grabbed one of those stainless steal medical trays, dumping its contents on the table I looked at my self in it, my face seemed fine, opening my mouth I saw a barbed forked tongue, and that my teeth were some what extended and sharper, turning my head to the side I saw that my jaw structure was a little different. Using the tray I looked at my back, along my spine there were curved spikes protruding from it, leaving holes in my shirt. Looking back at my face I saw that my eyes were blood shot as well. Crunching the tray in my hands with my new found strength, I decided that I needed to get out of here.
Terning around just in time to see the Xenomorph drop from the vent, hissing at me.