I just want to warn you all that this chapter is going to be HELLA short compared to the other chapters. I know I haven't updated in a long time, and for that, I am sorry about the broken promises before. I really should not be updating once a month or two, and this story is not what I want to half ass at. Ever since I uploaded the last chapter, I though I would have more free time to write. Apparently not, as more hours were added to my job due to 4 employees leaving, and I have MORE things to worry about in school. THANK FOR KICKING MY ASS LIFE! With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this incredibly short chapter of mine.

Capter 9

I stared at them as they stared at me, still as a sentinel in the Canadian colonies. My grip on the can was not tight enough, and as a result it slipped out of my grasp, clanking loudly on the floor. The sound itself made both the man and the woman to flinch and grow paler.

"M-maybe if we stay still… It won't see us?" The man whispered. I couldn't help but hear a TH-THIMP! TH-THUMP! coming from their direction. The hell is that fucking noise now? I thought. Is that… Their hearts?

"It's a Xeno… Not a fucking dinosaur!" She hissed wildly at him, not taking her gaze away from me.

"F-fuck it!" The man squealed. He spun around and darted past the woman, making her stagger. Within a split second, she mimicked the man's actions and fled like a cat running from a loud car. I couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted. Is this how everyone is going to act around me? I can't really say I should be surprised. Shaking my head, I threw all thoughts away and turned my attention to the food supply I uncovered.

I need to grab some and leave. I thought. I need food… And somewhere to stay for a while. Bending down, I snagged the can I dropped earlier and went over to the bag I found when I first entered the room. I threw the clothes to the side and bag an to transfer the cans from the piles I made to the bag. It didn't take long, as I was somewhat in a rush to get out.

I zipped the bag as best I could and hefted it up. It was surprisingly light, almost like lifting a large pack of marbles in my hand. Though when I tossed it over my shoulder to wear the large satchel properly, it got caught on something on my back. The pack didn't sink like it should have, as the strap didn't tighten on my shoulder at all. Damn… I thought. It's probably caught on those things on my back.

It took a lot of effort to even reach behind myself. After failing, I hissed in frustration and bent my arm backwards as far as possible to reach the pack on my back, but to no avail. Within seconds, I began to flail my arms and jump around like a madman.

GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME DAMMIT! I shouted in my head. I bumped myself into the wall and dragged myself a few feet alongside of it. After failing that attempt, I got on all fours and began kicking my legs out like some crazed donkey.

With one flailing kick, the pack flew off my back and landed into an empty sink. Grumbling, I got back up and strided to the sink. It wasn't before long before I heard a scream in the other room. I gotta leave before more come… I thought. I snatched the pack and got the hell out of the room as fast as this body could.

I froze at the horrid sight as I left the room. The man that ran out the kitchen was sprawled onto the floor, his arm torn off and tossed right next to him in a pool of its own blood. His body was horribly mangled, with his head squished into itself, giving it a look of a deflated soccer ball. The scent of fresh blood was all around, leaving an sweet, pleasant aroma for all noses to enjoy…

I snapped my gaze towards muffled sounds of struggle to my right, spotting a strange figure missing an arm. In front of the mysterious figure was the woman… Suspended over a foot off the ground… Held by the throat with the intact arm that belonged to the unknown man.

"HUURK!" She gurgled, struggling to get the words out. Her face began to red as she clutched hopelessly at the unidentified guests wrist holding her. "N-no! Stop! Ssssstooooop! Oh god please! Plea-HHHUUUURRGCK! KAFF-GACK!"

"Car-rying o-out secondary objective-ive-ive." Sounded the mystery man. His body occasionally twitched, making him look like a defective robot…

"PLEASE NO! LET ME GO! LET M-" Were her last words.

KKRRRRUU-KNIP! The sickening cracking of her neck echoed throughout the room, followed by a heavy thud as her body slumped to the ground. On her face was a blank death stare… Looking straight at me. Her fingers, eyes, and even her lips twitched a few times before they fell frozen under the expiration of her life. "Secondary objective c-c-complete. Returning t-to reco-ov-very plant for rep-p-p-pair-rs."

I stood still, unsure of what happened. The figure turned sideways and began to walk towards the exit. It took only two steps before stopping to face me. I immediately took a step back when I saw the face of the figure before me.

It's chest was ripped open, revealing hundreds of tiny wires and miniature pipes shredded to a massive degree. Where it's right arm was supposed to be was nothing more than a measly little stump with a cracked metal socket occasionally spewing sparks out into the air. It's "heart" looked to be intact, though the circuitry around it was badly damaged and leaked white fluids onto the synths cloths, which hungrily soaked it up. On its face, there was no synthetic skin to cover up the hideous metallic skeleton that I rarely ever saw. It's entire lower jaw was missing, and it's voice box was barely hanging on a few wires.

It's a fucking synth… I thought. It… It killed them… That's impossible, they can't kill. It's against their programming. It stared at me for a few moments, probably trying to process what it was looking at.

"Activating b-biometric scanner." It sounded. "What are you?" I shuddered at the mere creepiness the droid somehow had. Deciding that I no longer wanted to share a room with it, I slowly sidestepped towards the exit, keeping my sights on the synthetic man before me.

"Unidentified spec-c-cies detected."

God I hate synthetics… I thought, ignoring the two fresh bodies the droid dropped. Thankfully, the droid made no move towards me, and instead tracked my every movement.

I got the hell out of the room once I reached the exit. In long strides, I bolted in the best of my abilities down the hall. After a few long minutes, I stopped and looked back, affirming that I was completely alone. I pulled out the PDA I packed away and tuned in on the map.

I need a place to stay… I thought. I need to clear my head… I field an ache emit from my gut, signaling that I needed to feed. And I need to eat. But where do I go?

I moved the map around the screen using the little joystick that was built into the device. I made a few judgments, deciding that the mess hall was not an option. I considered going towards the old reactor rooms, where the explosion took place, but I doubted that I was immune to radiation.

Within a few seconds, an idea dawned on me. What about my private chambers…? Each and every single one of the staff of the Weyland company had their own rooms and bathrooms. Even though we were sometimes treated like soldiers, waking up extra early and marching down to the labs for another 12 hour day of work, the rooms were what made everyone look forward to going back "home." It was basically a little suite for everyone, with queen sized mattresses and a decently sized fridge stocked with cook-able foods from the maids who restocked them regularly. Though a large number of them had been destroyed, there will most likely be a room where most of it is intact. Hell, my room was probably still good.

I was just about to bound off to my destination when it hit me… Shit… What about that rifle? I thought. I really could use that gun, but I don't want to go near that body… I just can't. Maybe later, after I eat. And maybe after I sleep some…

With a deep sigh, I walked down the hall and passed most of the doors. A thought kept nagging at me the entire walk, but I pushed it away and continued on, wanting to eat my fill badly. Though I couldn't help but ask one question: The hell am I going to do…?

Like I said, this chapter is short as hell, and I am sorry for that. But because of a lot of things that's going on around me, I cant write as much. I truly wanted to write at least a total of 4,000 words for you guys, but I feel it's been too long since I updated, and it's not fair to you all. It is sad to say that I may be uploading smaller chapters like this from now on for a while, and until things slow down around me, I'll have to keep it short and sweet. But don't worry, I AM NOT DEAD. I will continue this story if its the last thing I do. I'm sticking until the end. Until next time.

P.S. I am also working on a new story, one that i have been writing on my own for the past few weeks instead of my iPAD (which is where i write all my content). It's my own little story, and has nothing to do with aliens. Just something of mine I think is a bit interesting.