Episode 3
White Kittens
He had just picked up the BFG that was laying on a blood drenched pedestal for display. That was good, because he was about to meet the unholy union between Kerrigan and the Xenomorph Queen deep within their nightmarish, alien-orgified lair. The chambers were filled with Zergs, just waiting to tear into his rotting flesh. The floor was interlaced in creep while the walls were woven in xenomorph excretions, keeping the alien beings camouflaged and well fed. This was going to be worse than Hell on Earth, if this place wasn't Mars already.
He never said a word since he's arrived here. Why should he? He was alone, and a zombie at that. A BFG wielding zombie. The most epic BFG wielding zombie, blasting the shit out of aliens from space-hell. If he had the time, he'd skullfuck them as a means of making his mark and collecting his fuck trophies. He went along, imploding those alien bastards, their flesh and acidic blood raining down all around him, and he would continue on, his own flesh burning. It burned not from the acid alone, but from his demonic zombie rage in his non-beating heart that pumped cold nitrate gases into his undead veins. While wearing Matrix sunglasses. 'Cause you can never go wrong with sunglasses as badass as his. Even if the chamber was pitch black and infested.
Alas, he couldn't make it to the final chamber, where Queen XenoKerrigan awaited. He was oh so close to reaching the chrysalis at the center of this space-hell. A curious white kitten blocked his path. Then he fell through the floor into the abyss, clipped by a room malfunction of some sort. And he lost his BFG, since that couldn't clip through the floor as he did. Such a pity.
This time will come again, he was sure. Though now, he had to find a way out.