Chapter 4

Survivor

I was terrible and most of what I saw.

The house suddenly went down silently. I dove slowly up to the bathroom at the speed of the caterpillar and still hesitated to throw the rest of my stomach over the railing.

I tried rather not to blink, because in my closed lids I still saw the headless body lying down in the living room, and fortunately, I did not see the others.

I put my hands under running water and washed my face and my mouth.

A few deep breaths and then rinse again. It did not help.

Once again my stomach lifted, but fortunately, I had nothing to say.

I needed to get up and fight, not to succumb and give up.

Come on, Wando, fuck hell! That's not how long you can keep the weak.

I was not like that, I did not play, I could not afford to be a weak link that can not survive. Against this, my self stormed and was right.

My face in the mirror was as pale as pale, and I slammed into my face. I did not squeeze out a little of her color, but at least I knew I was living.

I did not know what I wanted to do right now, it was difficult to think, so I just held the sink and tried to find myself in my face. I suddenly felt older, the face of my face toward my right ear was a little red and scratched, I had scratches on my throat and under my eye like someone in a biker party.

My body had one bruise next to each other, my burning leg and my palm, and yet no fracture. It was a miracle. Child of fortune.

Why did the intruder save me, and if it could be said and rescued, I was a mystery, but it certainly was not the intention of that creature.

But one thing I knew was that she would sooner or later return. And that was at least a chance for me to rinse.

Wash the dirt, the sticky matter from your thighs, and the sweat from the body and the scuffed blood.

I did not hesitate for a second, pulling off the tracksuit, leaving it on the floor beside the shower corner, and jerking inside.

The water was hot, warm and I loved it. I set myself under the shower and let the whole body get wet. I was washing, spraying a sponge and exhaling the clouds of steam. I needed to get this experience and forget it.

The shower was the best I had done today. And whatever fate is with me, I will face it at least pure.

I drank the water as if it were gold and warm. She calmed down. Perhaps it was the last time. HAHA black humor, you score Wando.

But I did not expect Bee to come back so soon.

Yes, unconsciously, I began to call him, since it was the second letter in the alphabet according to his stamp. The only clue I had.

The silent, chill frowns behind me could not be overheard despite the harsh water.

I turned quickly and paled, just behind me. He came to the bathroom! If I pulled the hair on him, he would probably look.

As soon as he came in, and in his white color, his black scared frightened.

I gasped as he reached out to my head and was not afraid to push it under running water. I stepped back and pressed against the damp tiles until they left prints, while on the shiny skull, the water ran down the edges down the extravagant body. She went out onto the floor as the floor shone like a mirror.

Hot water did not scare him, let alone a little space, even it seemed like he liked it, because his sighs changed his tone. He was quieter and elongated. It's hard to say why. It was strange, the water did not bother, nor the hot, which burned me almost on my skin.

Such a nice massage?

Bee slowly pushed more than half his head under the shower, and the water rose to my pink roots as the blood from his mouth and throat blew. I had no place to retreat but he fortunately stayed and did not cry. Like he wanted, I was within reach of his claws.

Luckily, he was downstairs.

"Let me have a bath for Bee," I spoke to him pleadingly, my voice trembling and jumping, feeling my fear.

Xenomorph slightly leaned his head slightly to the right, and I knew he was listening to me.

Did he understand that?

To my horror even closer to my elongated skull, and only a short distance from my terrified face, he had to crouch a little because the shower was not so big to take him.

I tended to hide and hide in the ball, but I was afraid to peel off the tiles to avoid provoking it, and he did not make a scratcher for me.

Alien was so close, breathing on me as death itself. He did not continue after me, but he bent down a little and did the same thing in the evening, wiping his forehead with his head as if making sure I was fine.

This time, however, I pulled as far as I could, and noticed the scalded skin on his shoulder.

It hit the bullet, at least it seemed to me.

His strange, shiny, dark skin was lightly frayed and frayed in the middle and bordering on the edges, but the creature before me looked uncomfortably as if it were just a scratch.

My brain imagined something really fantastic. If the hooligans really shot him, did not the bullet dissolve inside his body as soon as the acid swallowed it? Or was the charge just passed through? They were just theories, but what if?

Even that could be the right solution. Or I could get too much of imagination.

Curiosity overwhelmed the fear and I really touched the wound.

She did not burn, she was already packed, and it did not seem to hurt the xenomorph. Incredibly.

Was he indestructible?

It was not, I knew, but it was incredibly durable and adaptable.

Suddenly he pressed slightly to the tips of my fingers as if he cared about him well.

I took a breath, if I could ... I walked slowly over his hardened, muscular muscle that pulled his back over his shoulder. But I pointed to my neck, where at least a dozen of them supported his big head like a bundle of snakes under his skin.

He lifted her lightly as if he wanted to hold him down, I could feel the tension of the steel tendons.

It scared me.

Bee let me continue and examine his big body.

With a shaking hand, I climbed up the side of his skull, which was divided into two parts like a nut, the upper was smooth, delicate but hard, and the lower one that joined to the neck was coarse and shaped.

I had to raise my arm a lot to touch it upstairs, but I would not have done it anyway.

It was a risk, but I drove it in its silent sound as if your tongue vibrated in your mouth after you tasted it or the pepper.

Between my quick breaths I held my breath and waited when his curiosity would cease to be liked.

But he was holding the alien, letting me examine my fingers, and I slowly slid back to his neck to the chain.

This tense moment of mutual trust that you bite me and I do not bite you, interrupting the inhuman roar from the outside that came to the bathroom.

I blurted my eyes and froze in the middle of my movement.

But Bee strained and groaned, turning his body to the door.

The screaming echoed again, reminded me of godzilla, and I did not want to know what it was.

Xenomorph's body, however, had withdrawn from the shower, separated from my own. I took a breath.

The intruder began shaking his tail angrily until he toppled the lingerie basket.

"What's the matter with Bee?" I asked him, trying through the water that ran into my eyes to see what she was doing and how she responded.

But before I threw my head out of the shower, it was as if it had vanished.

I did not hesitate and jumped out, switched off the water and dries it as quickly as possible and put on a slightly damp set. The water was all over the bathroom as the great xenomorph sprouted out and the drops of his body sank down to the ground.

I left behind everything and watched the wet foot down the stairs.

It ended with a broken window in the living room.

There were sharp shots from the frame, which I would cut off if I tried to climb the bos.

Immediately I headed for the main door and tried to ignore the trigger of the torn body around.

No one survived.

Scattered and scratched human boxes were scattered everywhere. I looked forward and breathing through my nose so that I did not start to vomit again.

I was even forced to cross a poor man with a torn hand and a ripped stomach, whose organs could now be seen at close quarters.

"God ..." I clenched my fists and crossed it, but I could not ignore his weapons.

Certainly the band had more of them, but I did not intend to go back for another. I bowed slightly and found a cool barrel.

I pulled it, but the corpse clutched her too tightly as she did not want to give up. So I had to open her fingers.

It was even worse than the shower. Fuj.

The body was still hot, but it quickly cooled, and it meant that even though the fingers were gripping the gun like the spider's legs, it was still open.

I have never been confronted with a dead man, and now I have been forced to touch him. Resentful. And the look that mirrored my face.

I worked fast until I managed to fling the gun. Then, as a gangster, I tucked my pants back to avoid interfering.

I stopped at the shoemaker and grabbed a bigger boot, then gingerly reached the handle, locked. I almost forgot.

The keys were upstairs in the bedroom, looking for them would take a lot of time, so I went to the window and jumped out.

Nobody was out there. So it looked like it was, and I was betting that the creatures are somewhere cleverly crawling in the hole.

The street had a reddish tint as if it was beginning to be a beautiful morning full of bird singing, but I knew what it really was and it was not nice. Moreover, there were not many who would have noticed and enjoyed it.

Nice fucking in the morning.

Looking out, I remembered a much more important memory that struck me like lightning.

Merry!

Little girl I left hidden in a car behind the city! Damn it.

My heart jumped and bounced off my chest, and I had an uncomfortable feeling of uneasiness. I could not bring the air into the lungs as if I had been chewing on them.

I was hoping he was still there and waiting for me.

I had to go after her. She relied on me, it was just a little helpless child, and I left her there. Damn it.

There was a new emergency task in my head, and I immediately knew what to do.

I headed east towards the end of the city. Everywhere there was a suspicious silence that only disturbed the wind in the damp, damp aisles.

I held myself in the shadow of my car and looked all the way, and I pulled the weapon away and had it set in hand.

Her cool stock gave me courage even though I never shot.

Perhaps it was time to start with it.

I already thought I was winning when a new blast of sighing came around, and I crouched and looked around where it came from.

The stress level has increased at least forty minutes per minute.

There was a friction of gravel from the left, a rustle, and then a hard impact on the car right in front of me. The stationary heavy machine on the four wheels slightly leapt and roared.

Through the dirty glass of my car I saw the black intruder's body crashing into a blue car eight yards from me. He dug into the door like a ball in the net and make a modern bucket in it, which would not even beat the best car mechanic.

I watched with horror as the morning golden sun reflected from the creature's skin as if it were the armor, but I could not wait for long because there were two more of them on the scene.

That I did not stay in the house, I thought, and watched with effort, what was going to happen between them ...

All three formed an enemy triangle. One of them could be Bee, he was the biggest, and he had the hard collar, the other who hit the car and now he was on his feet, but he was less angry, hissing, his saliva flowing from his mouth. He stung and jumped like an animal he was about to attack until he killed his enemy.

The third was the smallest, he could have over a meter, was constantly on all fours and tried to imitate the assault of the two as a scholarly young.

But it was certainly not the baby of the second black beast, because she taunts her tail both big and small in an attempt to intimidate them. She gritted her teeth, then jumped at them.

I rolled my eyes that they were struggling with each other. The pack is miserable.

It was unexpected, and even though I did a picture of this unknown parasitic species, this new fact of my theory was sent back to the beginning.

They were unpredictable as if they were not enough to hunt people, now they were hunting their species as well.

For another second, the aggressive females shot at the smallest.

He was slower, he was not able to defend himself and made a quick stop with him right in front of my eyes. I swallowed it dry.

At first he snorted his head ugly, then stabbed the tip of his tail ruthlessly in his chest. That was horrible.

Xenomorph snorted and rocked to the ground. His phosphorous green blood began to flow out of his body. Asphalt began to bubble around and slowly slip through the jigsaw pieces as the mass dissipated and formed a holed hole around the dead intruder.

The air was smelly with cheese and other gasses, my stomach rose again but I could not afford any sound, so I just pressed the fabric of the sleeve on my mouth to filter at least a bit and watch the new struggle between the last two.

They circled around, jumping on cars, and trying to kill each other. It was not a game.

I did not pay attention to the carcass on the road, whose blood came to the nearest car and the tire, that bursting with a deafening wound as the fluid burned. I was frightened. I thought my heart exploded and almost swore.

Even the female invader pulled back and jumped onto the Suzuki roof behind which I was hidden.

I did not even hear her bobbing under her weight.

Her ass was overhead, and the murderous tail was only a short distance away from me, so I'd rather fall down on the ground and still make a living corpse.

I did not know if it was a good strategy but at that time the only one that attacked me.

Fortunately, the monster was not in the mood to look for a random casualty and was fixed only on her bigger companion.

The female xenomorph on the roof prepared to jump and then fell to the other black body beneath it, which, by some miracle in the run, flicked it directly onto the windscreen of the same car.

In the morning he cut off the unpleasant sound of the alarm, and I prayed that the others would not attract it.

I stared at each other and looked at the four couples as they moved into each other like the lions who defined the territory.

The fight was more aggressive and I did not feel safe in my place. They could discover me at any moment. I doubted that if I shot one, I would quickly charge and kill another, assuming the bullet had passed through the skeleton. I'd rather climb into the car with the back door open and hold them.

Although the windscreen had a hard impact, but I was covered by the rear seats.

So eat it! I prayed.

Outside it sounded like a gas from a chemical refinery, angry scratches and chopping crackled nerves until the sound died down.

Suddenly he was as calm as he would stop.

Done?

It did not seem like a good sign. One of them had to win and whatever it was, it still looked pale.

I waited for at least a few minutes, and for the sake of another couple, the certainty was certain before I ventured to wink out through the glass.

Nowhere. Either the xenomorphs somewhere have disappeared screaming their disagreements elsewhere or killing each other.

Was it time to cheer? Carefully I sat down and opened the opposite door.

I put my feet on the floor and stumbled a little dark and long.

It was the tail.

Damn...

I dropped back on the seat. What originally seemed to be motionless suddenly lived, and it seemed to me like a cobra. This time, I was not afraid of the scream.

The intruder lying beside the car was visibly heavily injured but still there was a bloodthirsty determination to take somebody else into hell. Uncooked beast.

His paw caught me in the thigh, jammed like crocodile teeth. He wanted to draw me to him because his movements were jerked, and he seemed to have great pains from deep scratches all over his body and the jaw dropped, so I saw the smaller one at the front of my teeth. Oh God!

I was not able to fire, because the gun had his second hand bounced aside and it fell under the front seat.

I was horrified that I could not survive this, and I was quite capable of being a light prey.

The jerked jaw snapped up and stumbled at me, trying to kneel down and pull me closer, but my hand felt a larger piece of glass and acted instinctively.

I squeezed my hand like a snake, stabbed the shards of the whip in her throat, and jerked as far as I could.

I cut myself, but I did not care.

The intruder let me out of my grip, and I pulled my legs together like a rabbit, kicking it with soles in my chest.

He plunged to the ground of the road and began to throb his throat as his green blood dripped from him and dissolved his own skin.

At the back of the car, I quickly sunk in the seats to the other door, shaking my hand over the weapon that ended somewhere below, and then just running away from my legs.

I left behind the roar and angry barking ...

At least one less.

I ran with the wind on the race as if a whole flock of pirates had thrown in my back. The unpleasant wind chilled my hot faces, but he passed through his clothes and studied. I've been living houses and shops. The shoe store, where I always jumped for ice cream when I watched the movie marathon. Nowadays, the everyday memories were somewhat melancholy.

Around the fifth block was strange quietness as if you were going to work on a Sunday morning and there was no foot in town.

I felt completely as if a bomb exploded and everything was suddenly gone. Could not the beasts kill all of them? Whole city, five thousand inhabitants in two days ...

No, I was certainly not the only survivor but the others were hiding.

I had a forest in front of me, I could get around it, but I would lose precious time. I went straight as before.

I passed the hard rock I was hiding behind, and the other five hundred yards in sight of the tunnel and the two cars.

With every next step like I'm falling into the void.

I accelerated even though my wounded leg acted tremendously as each muscle moved. I took my last breath away.

"Merry ..." I whispered the answer nowhere.

I reached the door. She opened. She jerked in and immediately turned, bent at her waist and began to vomit. Tears poured into my eyes and I did not know what to do before.

I shifted to my knees, I did not see anything so disgusting, and the head was just a teardrop.

The interior of the car was red-painted with blood, the intestines were wrapped everywhere, as the beast rattled out. And the smell of decay. The body was too familiar with the remnants, but it was not Merry. The head of that poor man stumbled beneath the seat and was undoubtedly a man.

Still, the look could not bear.

I tossed my fingernails into the clay and breathed quickly through my nose before I grasped the half-torn mirror that slid hanging down and helped me get up.

The new determination made me turn to the other car, and I prayed that I could not find anything worse.

This time I literally broke the door.

The car was empty and silent.

No sign of life anywhere. The covers were not torn either.

Merry had to flee, or some of the survivors took her away, I had hope and looked around.

The woods rumbled, and the gray clouds that covered the sky did not look very welcoming.

Ice began blowing from the north and it looked like rain. Exactly, I imagined an apocalypse when the gates of hell open and the demons enter or are open and they are between us? That would explain the black monsters.

Silence suddenly made something worse.

I crawled, I was alert. I immediately reached back, pulled my gun and pointed into the tunnel. Nothing moved there.

There were a lot of things, a couple of barrels, a compound scaffolding, and then all that my group of survivors was carrying, and she was forced to leave it when it scattered around.

I triggered the trigger as I saw it in the movies and waited for it to be heard again, but it could be just a stray rat that came through the grids from the canal.

It could be anything.

But I wanted to explore what anybody was here for? Someone alive.

I crossed the cars to the other side of the barricade.

"Is there anyone?" I whispered cautiously.

For a moment there was nothing, but then a head appeared from one of the barrels.

Even without a hat, I recognized him reliably, lowered my pistol, and rushed to Will.

The young policeman squatted in an empty barrel, staring at me in a fearsome look that had become a bit brighter when he recognized me.

"I thought no one survived ..." he told me his first impression, and he sighed.

"I too, but we have to get out of here, this is Willy's dangerous. They can come back. We have a much greater chance of survival than one. Come on."

Like a call from the outside, there was a whisper. Someone was hanging around.

"Hide," he said quickly to me.

I looked back but Willy pressed his lid on his barrel.

Bloody but where?

I solved it in exactly the same way and climbed into the next, the lid closed, and the darkness surrounded me.

I burst like a rubber duck in the tub and tried to breathe through the fabric of a sweatshirt I pulled up to survive the smell of gasoline. I was a little bit startled but I had to endure it.

There was a rattle on the other side of the barrel, and then something fell. It banged it.

I waited tensely with the gun in my hand whether the monster had to open the lid to get a bullet between her eyes, which would probably have been condemned to a certain death not only by the noise, but also by the acid that would spit on me and pound me.

I listened tensely, listening to something passing just past her, and clawing it over the barrel. The sound reminded me of the sniffing of the dinosaur.

My finger trembled at the trigger. Hold on Wando.

Fortunately, it passed around, then there was a sound of raking as if it were going through the things that a group of survivors had left behind. Maybe he was spoiling our smell, which was well masked with amber gasoline.

The monster returned to the cars around the barrels and jumped back on the bonnet.

I held my breath.

The vehicles bent over the wheels, and the rusty structure slightly flared.

After long minutes passed, there was silence ...

I dared to slightly lift the lid and look with a small slit out. I finally took it off.

"Air is pure Willy."

The cop repelled me and we both looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"There was a third time in the hour, it feels like it here ..."

"Yeah, but the time will be enough for the shower," I tried a joke and helped the rigged policeman in the barrel. His once blushing blue shirt was dirty and sweaty, only the golden star on his chest gave me the optimism and enjoyment of orderly values that calmed me .

We both needed to believe it, because if justice and values are lost, humanity will die in us and anarchy will be ruled, and I did not want anything like that. I needed to be strong, not to regret what happened.

"What are you planning now? Find a shelter? Tracking those who survived? "Willy asked, and there was a note of irony in his voice, and I did not look at him, and as soon as we got out, we had something to do with ourselves, because worrying about the whole bunch of terrified people did not do much.

"I want to find Merry," I said resolutely, and broke to the mouth of the tunnel, and the policeman followed me.

"What? Do you realize what has just happened? Did not you think she might be dead a long time ago? "My hand landed on my shoulder like a two-ton stone and turned me to myself.

"I do not believe it, I would not forgive her if something happened to her," I bit into my lip, "I have left her once ... it will not happen again."

It was a promise I had never planned to break.

So Bee finally got his name, are you happy? In addition, Wanda found that he did not mind the water, for xenomorphs it is a natural environment, he can swim and the water does not bother either hot or cold, they are incredibly durable and their hard skeleton keeps the thermoregulation well.

They can survive in extreme heat or winter, just as they are stunned by the fact that they do not mind the vacuum of the universe that would tear people apart. What makes me wonder how they can breathe there? Actually, they do not breathe :-)

Which is also in conflict, every creature needs to breathe even if it was oxygen or carbon and their lungs were on a slightly different basis. Everything is connected in the body if the brain is not the end of the brain, but the xenomorphs are a little mysterious as well as the acid in their blood. Do they have metal cans that can not be dissolved?

But let's move on, Wanda is witnessing something strange, three black monsters fighting each other-it's going to have to be crucial again, do not worry, the explanation will follow. Just to explain, the xenomorphs do not fight among themselves, their kind is made up of the queen and the laborer, here the theory differs and spreads over the male.

Originally, if the queen is not present, the theory is based on the fact that one of the workers begins to change the queen and assumes her lot for the good of the entire hive, or if the males are able to mate with themselves.

I do not know exactly what to use but you can look forward to interesting twists :-)

In addition, Wanda now has Willi's new companion (yes, I remembered the lecturer Willy of the Simpsons, but my Willy is far nicer :-)

We'll see where the two of you are going, and to explain to you the others, the Bee did not smoke in the tunnel.