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Chapter 7

I sat down with my jaw low to the ground. Holy shit... Was my only thought. I looked around in this hive-like cave and saw that there were dozens and dozens of Xenomorphs everywhere. Less than a hundred, but this was the first time I've ever seen a cluster of them of this amount in one place. There was also this distinct, pungent smell all around the cavern. I somewhat couldn't grasp what it was. To me, it was sort of a mixture of hot, dried urine and sweat, with elements of other scents I couldn't recognize. The smell didn't make me gag or recoil; instead, it was... Acceptable, for the lack of a better term. But what was strange was that I recognized it. Again, it confused the hell out if me.

The entire cavern was buzzing in activity. There were some Xenomorphs crawling on the walls, others were were walking on two legs patrolling the many clusters of eggs that littered the floor. To my disgust, some were on all fours over large red mounds of... Freshly slaughtered... People. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were feeding.

Some were over near a corner, maybe about nine or ten of them, all sleeping in a corner to my far right. They huddled all together and cuddled, barely twitching in their slumber. The walls, ceiling and floor was covered in this dark, fleshy yet hard substance. None of the scientists knew what it was, but knew where it came from. Some of the Xenomorphs -not all- have special glands in their mouths that excrete this substance. Some runners had it, and it was extremely rare to see a warrior have them as well.

The runner I met earlier darted in front of me with the engineer on her back. She was immediately met with another Xenomorph, one that I don't think I've ever seen before. This one looked... weak. She had had dorsal tubes so small the seemed nonexistent, and her claws didn't look all too sharp. Even her tail didn't look all that muscular and sharp. She had seemingly no natural armor and was just plain small compared to the others. She looked like she had just molted from a larvae. She must be one of the drones, the worker bees of the hive. Some even just called them breeders, because they mainly took care of the eggs and larvae.

The runner I met earlier chirped and carefully let the engineer down in front of this mysterious Xenomorph. She bent over the engineer and sniffed him lightly, drinking in his scent. The dainty alien purred loudly and nuzzled the facehugger on the his face, gingerly pulling him into her arms and carrying him away almost as if he was a child. This behavior... It's not something one would expect, especially if they've worked with them for years.

I watched as the drone waddle to a nearby wall and pushed the engineers back against it. Two others came over and began to press their mouths to his sides. I stayed where I was and surveyed the actions of these creatures in morbid interest. I saw a sticky, dark colored goop ooze out of the side of their mouths and drip down from their lips. They began rubbing their slime-like fluids on him, using their paws as tools to help smear this strange fluid all over him. It didn't take long for them to saturate the legs and hips of the unconscious man with the sticky fluids.

They eventually covered his entire body leaving only his head. The two assisting aliens walked away while the first one stayed behind to survey the work. She lifted her paws and clawed at the strange soft webbing, exposing most of the engineers torso. With a satisfied sigh, she climbed on the wall and disappeared into a small hole near a pillar-like stalactite in the ceiling. Watching the whole ordeal made me self-conscious of my own mouth.

I turned away from the engineer who was currently plastered onto a wall. I need to get out of here... I was trying to formulate some sort of escape plan as I looked around. Though I doubt that they would really do anything to stop me from leaving, I still wasn't sure if they would just let me go. A few warriors seem to guard the entrances around this large room-like cavern.

I twisted my entire form to face the ominous screeching behind me. It wasn't close, but it made me jump a little as it reached my non-existent ears. The warrior, the largest one I've met from the office, snarled at some of her sisters. She approached the group that was feeding and roared at them, something I've only heard when the Xenos break and fly into a rampage.

The others backed away immediately, some even whimpering in fear of the savage warrior. She then dove into the bloody meat pile and began swallowing chunks of flesh she ripped off with her razor sharp teeth. A runner slowly approached the pile, obviously wanting to feed as well.

The warrior snapped at the runner almost immediately. She raised herself and made herself look bigger while placing her paws directly on top of the pile defensively. The runner audibly whimpered, bowed down submissively and slowly backed away. I almost felt bad for her when the warrior just resumed savagely feeding on the pile. That warrior is an asshole, and I bet no one would have any doubt about it.

I turned back and struggled to walk towards the entrance. There was another warrior at my exit, but she didn't do much of anything. She just laid there and did nothing but look at me. I slowed my pace when I came near her, almost literally dragging my side against the wall opposite of her. I froze. She gently pulled her lips back to expose her ivory teeth and let out a soft hiss. This time I only felt a slight twinge of fear instead of behaving erratically out of shear terror. Her body remained still, only moving her head and jaws from hissing. She stopped after a moment and stared at me. I stared back.

O... Kay? I thought. Before I resumed my walking, I heard a tiny yet loud squeak. It didn't come from the warrior... I swung my body around, letting my tail whip at the wall just to see what the squeak was. "SKREEEEEK!" I heard it again. I looked around, couldn't find the source. "SKERRR-REEEEE!" What the fuck is-

My entire body went rigid. Oh god. I thought. The fuck is that...? I felt something touch my clawed foot and grab my leg. I didn't look down; I stayed as still as possible without so much as a twitch. I felt it crawl higher, touching my calf and thigh. Then I felt another crawl on me, this time on my other leg. It crawled over my crotch and hips, over to my lower back with untraceable speed. It's on my back... It's on my back... It's on... I then felt it creep on my shoulder and touch my left upper arm. With my lower jaw chattering with my upper, I slowly turned my gaze to my left arm.

I don't know how long I stared at it. All I knew was that there was a FUCKING FACEHUGGER ON MY ARM. It took me a moment to process this information. In the meantime, it curled it's tail to whatever was on my back and wrapped it's spider-like legs on my arm. Meanwhile, the other one was still crawling up my leg, taking its time to reach a comfortable spot. In the edge of my vision, I spotted another FACEHUGGER crawling towards me. I watched in absolute horror as it reared itself on its legs and launched itself in the air. As soon as it landed on my chest, I lost it completely.

"SCHREEEEEEAAAAAGGGCK!" I screeched. OMIGOD THEYRE ON ME! I waved my arm around like a madman and swatted at the parasites on my body with the other. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST GROSS AND WEIRD MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD! The warrior near me jumped up so high in surprise that she hit the low hanging ceiling and ran the hell away. I dropped down onto the ground and squirmed like a worm being touched on a dry sidewalk.

I furiously slapped and swatted at the facehuggers on my body. On flew a few feet away from me while the one on my arm clung onto me for dear life, screeching and squeaking loudly. The third one jumped off and scuttled away, leaving the last facehugger squeezing my arm with its many legs. Finally, I grabbed at it with my right paw and forcefully pulled it away. It delayed for a second before it finally let go of my arm only to feverishly grope the air for something to hold onto with its many legs.

I immediately tossed the facehugger away from me. It slapped against the wall and landed on its back, kicking its legs and tail in the air erratically. It looked like a turtle struggling to get itself on its feet despite it being on its back. I flopped, jumped back onto my feet and shivered maddeningly in pure disgust. Without looking back, I bolted right out of there. I went as fast as I could; hell, I barely even noticed I trotted on all fours.

Fuck this, I thought. Fuck this shit. I need to go... Need to go...

I slumped over to the wall and panted slowly and heavily. Small globs of my spit excreted out of my cheekless maw and dropped to the ground. I've been salivating for more than an hour, and I don't know why. I just watched as the thick, silvery fluids streamed down to the floor as if someone was tipping over a full cup of corn syrup. I tentatively brought a paw up and attempted to wipe my mouth.

I was somewhat successful, but as I did, I also smeared some of it on my face. God it felt like industrial lube. It reminded me of the time my son brought home crudely made flubber. He tripped as he ran to me and it all got on my face. I couldn't help but laugh at the time. Jimmy...

The drooling didn't stop. I rejected the thought of wiping my face again, mainly because I didn't want to smear more of that damn saliva on my face. I decided to just ignore it for the time being, it really isn't the most important thing to focus on right now. I moved away from the wall and stood straight on both my legs. My new legs. It was a bit hard to walk normally like I used to, given that these legs were very different than the human legs I was used to. The other Xenomorphs made it look so easy when they walked, even though they usually stayed on all fours. As far as I could see, that is.

Every breath I took was filtered through my hollowed-out maw that was saturated with my slobber. A few droplets of saliva flew out after every exhale I made, usually flying only a few inches away while occasionally one made it to nearly an entire foot away. There was no way to control it, so I am forced to deal with it.

Aw shit. I thought. Dead end... I stopped at the wall that was scarred from industrial machinery. Looked to be an excavation, possibly to dig up more fossils of useless fish and birds of the planet. I looked around casually, as if I weren't a seven foot tall black monster with highly corrosive blood and razor sharp talons. I turned back and headed down the tunnel. I haven't exactly planned on what I would do after I got out of the hive... Or nest, or whatever the hell I was in.

I hissed in frustration as I walked right into another dead end. Great, I thought. Now I'm lost. I turned back with a sigh and continued own a different tunnel. God I hated the underground colonies and their goddamn tunnel networks. So damn confusing, they all are.

After a minute or two of walking and an eternity of hearing my own heavy breathing, I finally reached a corridor that was sealed off for construction. There were signs put up in a few places warning those of danger beyond a certain point. Some red tape was placed to keep residents away, as well as small metal fences that looked to only prevent toddlers from passing through. There was also some loose plastic wrapping covering tarnished metal beams and boxes. Some of the wraps hung from the ceiling of the corridor and was severely torn in many places. I pushed the wraps to the side and passed through into the unfinished hallway.

Dear god... I thought. Pools of dark, thick blood flooded the floor with chunks of flesh and body parts. There was a ripped up marine to the side, limp with pallid skin. Hundreds of spent rifle cartridges littered the floor and boxes everywhere, and the bullet holes on the walls indicated that the struggle, fight or whatever happened took place here. Holy shit...

The blood was cool to the touch on my clawed feet, which meant that it was here for a while. I looked towards the dead marine and saw that his gut was ripped open with his viscera spilled onto his lap. Next to him was his pulse rifle...

I slowly strides towards his body and bent down. The stench of the room was... sweet. I don't know why, it just was. So this is what a xenomorph smells when there's blood... I thought. On impulse, I inhaled deeply, drinking in the sweet stench of the room. I exhaled out through my maw, and inhaled once more through my nostrils. The smell reminded me of the Bloody Mary my ex-wife always enjoyed, with a sliced strawberry soaked in the drink. The smell was intoxicating as hell... It made my head cloud up a bit...

I snapped out of my trance and found myself kneeling in front of the dead body with my face barely inches away from his, hissing menacingly. I had my paws on his shoulders as well, pressing his back against the wall. My silvery slobber dripped onto his chest plate and soaked the drying innards and guts on his lap and mixed in with the sticky blood on the ground. I was going to inhale the scent again before I forcibly tore myself away from him.

Jesus fffuck... I thought. I looked away from the body, clearing my mind as well as I could. I felt my stomach ache and snarl softly. I placed a paw on my abdomen and shivered. God I'm starving... I looked at the body again with a blank mind. Then to the rifle. Then back at the body.

Well... He won't need it anymore... I bent down next to him slowly, my invisible eyes never leaving his blank stare. I clutched the butt of the rifle and lifted it gingerly. With a quick inspection, the weapons mag was empty, but the gun itself was still functional. There was a significant amount of blood on its barrel, so it was probably jammed. If that was the case, all it needed was a little cleaning. I lifted it higher, and found that the marines hand was still gripping the handle. It appears his body was still in rigor mortis, though since I was able to move his arm, it seemed to be fading away.

I gave a little tug and his hand slipped off. As soon as it it lightly splattered into a tiny pool of blood, I was upon him. I immediately dropped the rifle and pounced on him. It all happened so fast... My right paw grabbed his head and forced it to the right while my left gripped his shoulder and held him in place, exposing his pale neck. I felt my lips retract to bear teeth and fangs... I heard myself let out a sinister hiss as my fangs pressed against his flesh in a vampiric manner...

I pulled myself away and shivered like a winded tree. I whimpered as a deep, ravenous hunger enveloped my entire being. My stomach growled deeply as I felt the walls of my intestines grind against each other. Breathing heavily, I tore my gaze away from the body and stared at the wall.

One... Two... Three... Four... Inhale. One... Two... Three... Four... Exhale... I counted in my head. It helped a little, but that didn't stop that metallically sweet scent from penetrating my nostrils. I looked at the rifle, now completely covered in drying blood on one side. It looked to be an M41A-pulse rifle, standard. Nothing fancy, but effective as hell in nearly any situation. I wanted that rifle so damn bad...

But I can't get it near that fucking marine... I thought. Even a few feet away from him I could still smell his body as if his guts were jammed up my nostrils. I started to turn away when I heard something swish in the pools of blood. I snapped my head towards the noise and spotted a Xenomorphs tail bathe in thick blood. For a second I thought a warrior was behind me. But after a quick inspection, I traced the tail from its spear headed tip to my backside. It was MY tail.

Ech! Fuck... I thought as I watched the blood cake my tail several inches towards the base. Wait... I thought for a moment, looking at my tail. Then I looked at the marines body. Then my tail. Then the marine. Then back at my tail... I swear one of the lights above me flickered on when an idea popped into my head.

I turned so that my right side faced the body and rifle. I stared at the butt of the gun using only my peripheral vision. I was going to use the tail to try and drag the weapon towards me, which would be an amazing idea. Half excited, I began to concentrate and wiggle my backside. Nothing. I tried again, nothing.

How the hell do I do this...? I wondered. Fuck I don't know how to use my tail. I started to get irritated. Hissing, I concentrated harder, even going as far as clenching the muscles of my hind legs and posterior, but to no avail. Giving up, I raised myself and strided down the corridor. I obviously can't go near the body without resisting this... urge. I held my gut with a single paw as I walked away, ranting to myself silently.

Within seconds I slipped over an object like a skateboard and fell on my side. I heard the object slide and hit the wall as I stepped on it. With an angered hiss, I picked myself up and walked towards the object that made me fall. As I studied it, I noticed that it was gray, with a smooth and black rectangle on one half of the object in question. The other half had a small array of buttons that were color coded to help determine what each one did. It was a personal data assistant.

I picked up the PDA carefully, not wanting to scratch the screen or damage it. Upon inspection, there was a little crack on the corner of the large tablet from when it hit the wall. The screen wasn't damaged, but that wasn't a surprise to me. The glass used to make the screens were strong as hell. As far as I was concerned, the only way to damage the screen is if you deliberately took a hammer and attempted to smash it in. Other than the little crack, it seemed to be in mint condition. New, perhaps.

Using only the fleshy part of my claw, I tapped at the power button. I shied my gaze away instantly as the bright light burned into my vision. I turned the brightness volume down and reset the device. It immediately flickered on and displayed a screen that read 'welcome, private Mathews.' I looked back at the marine with mixed feelings. The PDA probably belongs to the marine. I thought. Jesus... I examined the tablet once more, studying its features, it's crooks and crannies and whatnot.

There wasn't anything special about piece of tech, just a standard PDA. Though it belonged to a marine, so it was far more primitive than what the scientists had. Right off the bat I knew the basics: the features of the menu, the console command prompt, the certain runes that some buttons represented, all that. Eventually I reached the map section. Surprisingly, only the general areas were recorded and displayed. I hit the map update tab, go get the entire facility. The screen brought up a menu asking for my user and password to sign into the common network.

After I gave the information required, the screen went blank, then started to load. After a second, it displayed a long ass code and began to beep. What popped up on the screen infuriated me:

01010011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01111001 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110010 01101011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101001 01100101 01101110 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00101110 ERROR WIRELESS PORT DAMAGED MANUAL WIRED UPDATE REQUIRED 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110010

God fucking dammit... I thought. It was perfectly fine until I fucking slipped on it. I wanted to smash the damn thing against the wall for a second, but I knew I was going to need it. With a sigh, I searched more through the map and reviewed the general locations. There was the lavatories, offices, residential areas, rec rooms, everything that was needed, really. There was the armory, but that was closed off with the key practically thrown away. Behind those six inch thick, two ton, colossal doors was pure gun porn. Hell, there was enough munitions in that room that could make even a jar head of a marine cry.

There were other, smaller armory's that most had access to, but the ones that I've been to were either scavenged or destroyed by the reactors explosion. Scrolling through the general map, I spotted the administration office... The one that I... Died in. I was well away from it, probably a mile in a half away. The cave networks that I visited weren't recorded, and showed up as only uncharted territories currently under construction. Now that I thought about it, the places under construction were never going to be finished, mostly due to the Xenomorph infestation and unstable cave ceilings. Not to mention that I highly doubt that even a wealthy company such as weyland yutani industries would ever spend billions just to get this facility partly operational again. It was kinda depressing, really.

Aggggghhhh! Fucking gross... I thought as a glob of saliva dripped from my mouth onto the tablet. I wiped the screen with the side of my arm to get at least most of it off. Finished, I scrolled up and spotted the mess hall near the kitchens. My gut snarled at me once more as the thought of a warm bowl of seasoned, Swedish meatballs formed in my mind. I doubt any food was left in the mess hall, but there was a reserve of supplies tucked away for scientists and overseers in case of an emergency. All that is required is any old PDA and the correct user and passcode to open the doors...

I wasted no time. I was starving, and I sure as hell cant go near that rifle without some invisible force making me want to rip out a chunk of human remains to satisfy this unearthly hunger of mine. Though I can't help but think that the reserves haven't been touched yet. Who knows? It might be empty. It's worth a look...

Without a moment to waste, I continued down the hall in a hurried fashion to my destination. My somewhat ravenous hunger won't leave me anytime soon until it is satisfied. Maybe there's at least a can of spam left...? I thought. Or maybe... Some bacon... And pepper jack cheese... I staggered as I nearly slipped on my own spit. It didn't anger me. To be honest, I couldn't give less of a shit about anything other than food.

Maybe there is some pot roast left in the oven...? I thought.

I apologize if the endings of the recent chapters are getting boring, but I Promise you all, that there will most definitely be some more juicy and fucked up scenes in the future to make up for it. Also, I started my own story! Originally it was going to be about Payday 2 (FUCKING AWESOME GAME), buuuuuut I decided to not make it about payday and instead make it standalone, a story I can honestly can MINE. Check it out, you might like it! Also, if you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a comment. Criticism is always welcome as well. Just be nice, and know that this is FANFICTION, and we all can write the story however we want.

EDIT: I added a sentence and fixed a few errors to fix some of the content. I'm doing my best to write out Phil's experience with being a newly born xenomorph. If there is more errors, please tell me in the comments.