I know, I know, its been a while. To be honest, I actually did give up on writing mostly because of the lack of motivation I was receiving. But, because of some very encouraging reviews I got recently, THE SHOW MUST FUCKING CONTINUE! Amiright!? Thanks to you guys, I shall now continue to write and finish this story! Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

I awoke with a start. A haze of confusion got to me once again. The last thing I remember was… Being… What? I can't remember, I thought. No… I was… Being carried… I… Did… Something…? No, wait! I was put in this room-like cave and was… Sealed in.

It only took me a few seconds to realize the situation I was in. Fuck, I thought to myself. Trapped again... I tried to move, but surprisingly, I felt normal. Just not too long ago I was paralyzed, and now I can move? Strange… All I could remember was the face hugger penetrating my head and me falling asleep. Then the queen took me and… Forced me to eat. Then she put me in some room and sealed me in with the special paste her kind excretes through the mouth. I tried to move again by squirming my body a little, but there was a problem. The problem wasn't my body though, because I honestly felt well rested. No, it was the room that was starting to feel a bit cramped. To tell the truth, I felt as if someone stuffed me in a small keyhole, and succeeded.

For the first time, I moved my arms. I can feel them again! But it felt weird, in both a good way and a bad way. It just felt… Awkward. Like how I felt after I got shot in the eye. Only this time I felt new, energetic, and nothing like a cripple. I shifted my legs, and I felt relief. Though I got the exact same feeling as I had with my arms, it felt great, of course, I could barely move or twist my torso, but the feeling wasn't new to me. Last, I tried turning my head. The best way to explain this feeling is to say that it was the most absolute, most disgusting feeling I've ever had. This was beyond awkward, it was just plain horrific. And what scared me was I didn't know why.

It felt like something was holding my head in place, preventing me from turning left for right. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit terrifying. Though, I was never really diagnosed with claustrophobia, but being in a tight space like this nearly gave me a severe anxiety attack. Trying to sustain the little panic I was feeling, I tried to figure out how I can leave this hell hole. But I didn't need to do much, because I already felt my head push against a very soft wall.

Although I couldn't reach it with my hands, I could tell this is the membrane that was used to seal me in this room. But that doesn't make any sense, I thought. Why seal me in one room, wait for me to fall asleep, and put me in a smaller room? I wanted to think about it more, but then the familiar feeling of suffocation slapped me awake once again. Irritation and resentment came over me as my body's need for air increased. I fucking hated this feeling. I pushed my face against the membrane, hoping to break it open and set me free. All it took was one little nudge and I instantly burst out, feeling warm liquid escape from my presence a second time.

Once again I fell down onto the floor making a wet sound. I literally choked on bitter liquid, trying to expel this strange liquid from my lungs and take in air instead. As I did take in air, I began to viciously wheeze, shaking my chest as if I'd never learned to breathe yet. I didn't dare try to move, for I was afraid it might affect my breathing somehow. Even though that doesn't make any sense, I lay still anyways, semi-hyperventilating my lungs.

I stayed on the floor, sputtering out this mysterious liquid and shivering like a naked newborn babe on ice. My body was feeling colder now, making me slightly regret leaving that tiny chamber full of that mysterious, but gracefully warm fluid I was in not even a few minutes ago. I let time slip by a little, trying to breathe and calm myself down before doing anything. Once my breathing finally eased, I lifted my head, wanting to study my surroundings. But this time, I had room. I felt that disgusting, unnatural feeling again when I twisted my head a little. It felt… Big. Awkward. Slow to move, not to mention heavy.

I tried getting up, but failed miserably by slipping on the mysterious fluid that once surrounded me. I fell down with a loud SCLAT! and bumped my head on the floor. It didn't hurt much, but it left me dazed for a few seconds. Shivering, I picked myself up more carefully this time and began to study my surroundings. I was in a cave, that much I knew. As a matter of fact, I don't think I was ever moved anywhere else. If I was moved, I most likely would have woken up, realizing I was being dragged by the Xenomorphs. No, I'm sure I never left this cave. If anything, I would have known, I thought.

I had looked around some more, and froze instantly when I saw a large group of Xenomorphs sleeping together nearby. I didn't move a single muscle. Hell, I didn't even breathe. Fear gripped my heart once more, making me want to burst into a run right out of here. But doing that would be stupid, given the fact that these Xenomorphs can outrun almost any normal person and tear them in half like wet paper.

I broke my gaze from the slumbering aliens and tried to find an exit with desperation. Within seconds, I spotted a moderately sized opening in the wall a few yards from me. Unfortunately, it was located NEAR the xenomorphs. But I knew I had to escape, regardless of the circumstances.

I took one step forward, and instantly my chest met the floor, chin hitting the ground as well. I made a loud PLAK! when I fell down, making the aliens stir a bit. I didn't try to get up, for fear they would have spotted me. Seconds pass. Minutes. A few more moments, and one of them lifted their head lazily. My heart began to pound like hell against my ribs. I stayed still and silent, like the statue of Abe Lincoln sitting in his chair. Another minute passed, and finally the alien lowered it's head, slipping back to sleep.

I breathed a silent sigh of relief and got up on all fours. Obviously I can't risk walking, for I might slip and fall once again. I began to crawl towards the exit. Surprisingly, it was much easier and faster to crawl. Not to mention more silent, given the fact that my shoes were steel toed. With that, it reminded me of when I had to fight in the war against the shadow pack army. Terrible times it was back then… But I was a monster with a shotgun when I got into tight situations.

I began to speed up my crawling towards the cave exit, finding it to be easier with every inch I passed. I could feel a wave of determination as I got closer to the giant, rocky doorway. I was only a few meters away from my escape rout. Just a few meters away! I'm going to make it! I thought. I'm so clo-

"HIIIIIIISSSSSSS…" I stopped dead in my tracks, fear once again punching me in the groin. I heard the sound of claws lightly tapping the floor near me, growing louder and louder. It was one of the Xenomorphs. She must have woken up and heard me.

Sweet mother of fuck… I whispered in my head. I didn't move. I didn't dare move a single muscle. I could see her, crawling towards me. I uttered a whimper and began to tremble. I'm dead… I'm so dead… God help me… She stopped right in front of me, and leveled her face to mine. She was… Big. Nearly twice the size bigger than me. I retreated a few inches when she pushed her face towards mine for fear of her inner mouth would pierce my head like so many others before me. She opened her mouth, pretty much confirming my fate and emanating a low pitched hiss. Saliva dripped from her lips as she hissed, making me shiver as they patterned the floor below us. Plip... Pli-plip...

She came close… Very close... Then she inhaled deeply… And she… Nudged me? I still didn't move, I was too scared to. I then felt something cold brush against my mind. A feeling of… something. The experience made me freeze still as a statue. She backed away from my face and turned away, making her way towards the group of sleeping aliens, only to join them in their slumber.

I lowered myself a little and looked back at them, confused as hell. The fuck just happened? I thought. I shook my head. As much as I wanted to contemplate what happened, I needed to get out. I quickly made my way through the cave exit and entered another tunnel. I tried standing up again, but I fell down. AGAIN. The fuck is wrong with me? I wondered. I didn't feel dizzy, but it seemed as if every move I make was awkward in a certain way. I stood on all fours once more. It was strange though… How come I can crawl with ease, but fall like a damn toddler learning to walk?

I shook my head once more. I need to get back to that office and grab the shotgun. I'll need it later, I concluded. I began making my way down the rocky hallway, anticipating on what might happen if I was caught a second time.

I lost track of time. Hell, I couldn't even count seconds to minutes. Even though I'm not so sure, but I think it's been about an hour or so since I left the hive cave. Or else it felt like an hour. I could have only been moving for a half hour. Like I said, I can't exactly keep track of time. Instead I focused more on the cool breezes that flew through the caves.

As I trekked through the vast networks of caves, the walls began to seem familiar, like I had been here before. Ha! As if I knew where the hell I was going in the first place. During the overall time I explored the caves, I eventually regained my ability to walk again, but it was awkward. It was like walking on wooden poles that I could bend.

Should be here somewhere… I thought. I had a feeling I was going the right way, though I'm not sure how. But then, conveniently, or coincidentally, I saw the familiar rectangular sliding door, although without the light this time. As I neared it, the door seemed to have been severely scratched at. Probably from the Xenomorphs I locked out earlier. Dumb shits... I thought, amusing myself for the first time in weeks. Though there wasn't any light to illuminate anything, I could still make out where the key pad was, and recognize the numbers on it.

But my vision was blurry, so I could barely make out which numbers were which. I lifted up my hand and started to punch in the numbered password. But then I noticed something: My hand was dark looking. hell, it didn't even look like a hand at all. I kept it still for a few seconds, and tried moving it to see if it really was my hand. Without a doubt, it was. It moved when I wanted it to. But still, I couldn't deny that it looked weird to me. Reminded me of my old neighbors pet black komodo dragon. But I didn't care, mostly because my vision was blurry and the lack of light prevented further proper inspection.

3...8, 2... 6... 55, and... 3. There, I thought as I punched in the passcode to the door. It was strange really, because with every button I pressed to enter the code, there was a small Tic! Must be my nail; I hadn't groomed myself in a while, let alone taken a shower. Too busy running from aliens to be concerned with such conveniences.

There was soft and familiar VSSSST! as the door slid open. It was dark inside just as it was out. I turned around and pressed the close key on the panel. Once the door was closed, I located the small light switch and pressed it, finally illuminating my surroundings since the last time I was here. But as the lights flickered on, I was immediately blinded with a piercing white color being burned into my skull. I yelped like a kicked dog and attempted to shield my eyes, but to no avail. Desperately, I tried to find the light switch. For about a full minute, I couldn't find it. during that time, my eyes burned like hell, not adjusting to the light at all.

Once I found the switch, I pounded it off, feeling the sweet comfort of darkness flood my field of view. My vision remained black for a while before returning to semi-normal, though my vision was still blurry. the entire time, I dropped onto the floor, covering my whole face, nearly tearing up at the headache I nearly got from the ultra bright light. Cursing myself in my head, I forced myself up and staggered towards the bathroom. The same bathroom I had a drink from earlier when I got caught and... well, turned into an incubator.

I was surprised to know that the Xenomorph inside me didn't burst out yet, but I didn't want to think about that now. I'll write a suicide note to my wife later... I thought gloomily. Unlike the light switch in the main room of the administrative office, this particular had a knob to adjust the amount of lighting to my desire. I lifted my hand and turned the knob. Again I noticed how weird looking my hand was. Strange... I flipped the switch and the fluorescent light bar flickered on. The light was still bright, but was much more bearable on the lowest setting.

Ignoring the mirror, I turned on both the hot and cold faucets preparing to wash my face. Maybe that fucking weird liquid that I was in dried on my face, so maybe that's why my visions so blurry. I reached down into the water, attempting to cup it and splash on the face. Didn't work, for the water slipped right out of my fingers. Instead, I took the washcloth that was hanging near me and dipped it into the water. I slapped the wet cloth on my face and tried rubbing it. But... my face felt strange. I wiped more, but I still felt strange. Looking down, I wiped up, and up... and up... until my arms were reaching over my head, but, somehow, still touching it. What the fuck... I thought.

My vision dramatically improved after the first wipe, but I still needed to dry up. Dropping the washcloth on the floor I reached for the towel and smothered my face in it. Once dry, I pulled the towel away to inspect my face. I dropped the towel and looked at my hands. To my complete and utter shock, they weren't even hands at all. THEY WERE FUCKING CLAWS! I stared at these sharp appendages, completely swallowed in disbelief. I began to tremble. So did the claws in front of me. I looked down onto my body and... MY BODY HAD AN EXOSKELETON! I jerked my gaze back up to the claws and staggered backwards. I lifted up the trembling claws, not believing in what I'm seeing.

What in gods name- I tried to speak, but all that came out was "WHERAGHASH GHOOOGGHSLISHH NAAA!" I literally choked on my own words. I heard something shift behind me. I instantly whipped around only to discover that nothing was there. Heart beating I looked around, spotting a black, snake-like object in the corner of my eye. I jumped out the bathroom and desperately tried to run. instead, I slipped on an old puddle of blood and fell flat on my face. My whole body jerked in all directions, trying to get back up. SHIT! I thought as I spotted the tail of a Xenomorph near me. I jumped back up and dove into the bathroom, slamming the door. I instantly felt a catastrophic amount of pain behind me. looking down, I saw that the tail was in the way. I slammed the door once more, trying to keep the Xenomorph away. Again, I felt pain, and the tail was still in the way. I prepared to slam the door again, but stopped.

What... I thought as I studied the tail. I stared at it for a few seconds, and realized that the tail end was outside, and that it led to INSIDE the bathroom! But... The bathroom was too small. It could only fit one person and... I creaked the door open and saw that the blade end of the tail was outside. I followed the tails trail inside the bathroom... to behind me and... to me. The tail... It was...

My heart stopped. I no longer felt it beat inside my chest. In fact, my entire body felt numb. Instead, fear cut into me like a dozen of icy daggers piercing my body. I shivered like mad, doing my best to outweigh a certain possibility in my mind... I turned, trembling, and faced the mirror. To my horror, I only saw one Xenomorph. I couldn't see my face at all. I tried to lift up my hand and touch my face. in the reflection, the Xenomorph lifted a claw and touched its snout. No... I thought. Please god no... There was no Xenomorph around. I was the only one here. I Staggered backwards, and tripped over a tail. MY tail...

I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could, letting out both anger and confusion. Only it wasn't a scream. It was an animalistic screech that I've only heard a Xenomorph howl when it was in pain... This cant be possible... I thought in desperation.

I... I am a Xenomorph...