Hey guys! Damn, it's been a while, yeah? Shit. I want to apologize for not uploading soon enough. I've been VERY busy a lot lately, but that's all over now. And guess what...? SCHOOL IS MOTHERFUCKING OUT! And the best part? I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL MOTHERFUCKERS! Now all I have to do is worry about my job and home for a while. College, as you all should know, shall come later. Also, if you guys honestly really like this story (which I am still actually surprised about today) then you should know, that the only way I can make good 'quality' stories and chapters like these is if I am either piss drunk or high as fucking hell. Fun fact! I wrote the first chapter after smoking 6 grams within 2 hours. So yeah... Now you all know. So... ENJOY!

Chapter 11

Log entry #1. 7th of August, year 2136.

I honestly Do not know where to begin. It's only been three days (three days is only an estimate) since I've been this way. My experiences so far have been very strange for me, and there is absolutely no way I can properly put into words.

I am not sure how long my mind would last in this body, though through what I've experienced within the last day or two, I doubt my mind would waver. But I cannot be so sure of my sanity, given how different this body is, and how this strange mind works. I try not to think about it, and I do my best to focus on other things, but it's eating at me. Even now it's invading my thoughts. It feels like I am in someone else's body, like I'm some unwelcome guest stuck in someone else's house.

It's all very strange, terrifying even. But somehow, I feel normal. It is because I feel normal now, that I doubt my mental health would deteriorate any time soon. All of this just doesn't sit right with me, yet here I am, a lethal, biological weapon of nature, typing up a journal entry.

These feelings bother me too. These strange emotions that I have felt since the facehugger came upon me, they are mine. It's what I feel, but at the same time, it doesn't feel like my emotions. When I was with the other Xenomorphs, I felt an entire mix of emotions. Surprisingly, there was little to no anger or rage. I didn't notice it then, but when I think of it now, I begin to have doubts that those feelings I had were entirely mine. With them, I felt happy. Secure. Loved, even. Those chills and shivers I felt weren't of fear, but of excitement. It was as if I was meeting a long lost brother I never had, feeling an immense connection with a network of semi-conscious minds all feeling different emotions, letting me know that I was not alone. And that I will never be alone when I am with them. It was only then when I had two facehuggers crawl onto me for transport that I felt disgust and fear, which drove me away In the first place.

But now that I am alone, with no living soul near me, I hear nothing. I feel nothing. It makes me think that I am nothing, and that I need something, SOMETHING with a beating heart around me to hear, to let me know that I am not alone. Because of this feeling of isolation, I feel depressed. Alone. And I can feel myself slowly getting desperate for some reason.

On another note, I've only met with four human survivors since I was harvested for incubation. Two of which had unfortunately died at the hands of a synth, and one other that has been harvested as I was. The other, though was a marine. He was the first to die. I am, regrettably, the one who has killed him. It was by accident. He and I fought physically, and he came on top of me, attempting to strangle me. I wanted him to succeed, but he came to close to my face. Some primal, animalistic instinct took over me for only a half second, and as a result, I had left a hole the size of a large tennis ball in his forehead. I keep telling myself it was an accident, and even now that is what I think it was. But something inside me tells me otherwise, but I am not entirely sure.

Also, my interactions with the other Xenomorphs have been unusual. After the fight with the marine, another came to my location and possibly saved my life. At the same time, the alien harvested the second human that was in the vicinity, then proceeded to sniff me and try to communicate through the strange body language these Xenomorphs have seemed to adopt. I've been working with these monsters long enough to know that they have no emotion, and only live to breed and feed. I however was wrong, to an extent.

I've seen the hive. The torture the harvested people went through made my gut retch, but I could do nothing. But I digress. The behaviors the Xenomorphs exhibited were… Surprising. It completely contradicts what I've learned from the live, captive specimens we received. They show obvious emotion to each other, and the drones are surprisingly gentle when handling humans and Xenomorph larvae. I've even seen some play with each other, wrestling and sleeping together. Their behavior is very similar to that of wolves, with the alpha being the queen.

But despite everything else, I honestly don't know what to do at this point. I am beginning to think that suicide is my only escape from this hellhole. I don't want to be an alien. I don't want to feel these illogical emotions, I don't want to think these near unrecognizable thoughts. And I don't want to have to feed on people for food…

After much thought, I decided to deal with these new feelings, to just hide and try to stay alive for now. I will make sure to document at least some of my experiences. It'll give me something to do, help me focus instead of being forced into this strange, hive like nature these Xenomorphs have.

This is Phil Wolfe, Ex- Marine, Ex-shitty biologist, Signing out.

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I saved the document and transferred it to the PDA that I had. After disconnecting the device, I wiped the internal hard drive clean of any incriminating data, shutting it off afterwards. I would have typed up the journal entry on the PDA itself by using the little keypad it had, but the keys were too small, and it was much easier on a keyboard to type anyway.

I crawled back onto my bed and pulled the satchel up in front of me. I had awoken just a few hours ago, and I already ate when consciousness returned to me. I spent the last hour in a half going back to where that marines body was, just to grab the rifle that was next to him. Unfortunately, I was too late, as someone had already looted the corpse along with the gun I wanted.

I counted the cans of food I had left. There wasn't much left, as there was only two cans of meat left. One was the delicious spam, and the other was a large can of corned beef hash, the one I wanted to devour so badly. I also had a can of peaches, but I gagged horribly when I tasted the tangy, extremely sweet fruit. This body of mine obviously despised it, because I had vomited most of my meal into the bathroom toilet, leaving me a bit hungry again.

I'll have to scavenge if I want to eat. I thought. I will possibly need to steal food from other survivors, too. I hate the thought of that, stealing food from others who need it and consuming it on my own. I felt selfish by just thinking about it. With a sigh, I crawled out of the bed and left the room.

I felt a wave of coolness wash over my exposed flesh as I exited my old room. The only thing I took with me was the PDA, with the satchel left on the bed. My room was pretty well hidden, so I didn't really worry about any unwelcome guests to take the little supplies I had.

As I made my way down the hole from the next room and into the hallway, I checked the map to determine my next destination. The kitchen and mess hall is a no go, as I had already been there. I sure as hell am not heading south into the nest where I came from. And I'm not going back to the administrative offices. I just… Don't want to.

To the commissary sector, I guess. I thought. I had an EXTREME doubt that there would be anything left in the stores of that sector. Given that the entire sector relied on the power plants generators alone, it would've been easy to just jump into the stores and take what you can and want. before I began to move, I felt a warm, stinging sensation just above my groin. I couldn't recognize the feeling. I felt I should, but didn't. It wasn't too painful, and it was easy to ignore. And so I ignored it.

I made my way down the hall in short strides as casually as possible. I scratched an itch on my left elbow, something I've been doing the past hour or so I've been awake. I made sure I didn't scratch too hard, as I had drawn blood the first time I scratched myself. Turns out that even a small droplet of my blood, no matter how tiny, can be dangerous enough as is. Speaking of which, I had burned a hole the size of a golf ball in my mattress because of a small cut I made on an arm. I scratched the shit out of it for a while, producing a scrape on my raw flesh. I need to be more careful next time.

The small trek was uneventful. I didn't even see any trash, which was kind of a surprise. There aren't really many places where it's actually clean. But that aside, the trip so far was boring as hell. I was beginning to dwell on those… Thoughts. It's all very strange. I couldn't help but wonder that what I am feeling right now just may be what being in a hive like mentality really was. Weird experiences that I've never experienced being in my mind before, emotions I feel that seem to come from nowhere, the absolute loneliness I feel when I am alone. It's all really confusing. And fucking annoying.

That itch came back, only this time it was my chest. What pissed me off about it was that out of nowhere, NOWHERE, this itch comes and becomes extremely intense, making me want to claw at my own chest, only to vanish as soon as the general area is touched. My growl gets a little louder each time. Thankfully it was only occasional.

But once again, I felt that same, warm and stinging sensation again, this time my lower gut. Same spot just above my groin, but it has spread, gotten bigger. Ugh… The hell is that? I thought. I idiotically came up with a thought; part of me thought I was becoming a queen, that whatever was inside me was just hundreds of tiny facehuggers, ready to be laid by my…

The very thought disgusted me, and I immediately pushed the thought out of my head. I have to keep moving. Im just letting the feelings in this body distract me to often. Instead, I let my mind wander a bit, thinking back to the past. I started to remember a few moments of my childhood, all those birthday parties I had as a kid, and all those video games I used to play with my friends. Damn, I could even remember cross eyed little nit-wit of a kid that always shat on the school bus at least once every week or so. I also remembered the first time I took a sip of alcohol. My first girlfriend at the time had told me that I tried to make love to her parents pillow instead of her. Still, today, even I thought that was funny. Aw shit… I thought. I really miss those days. If I could smile, I would definitely be doing it right about now…

Minutes later, I found the door that led to the commissary sector. Surprisingly enough, the power here was still up and running. I could even see a few clean-up drones whizz around and vacuum the floor. One drove right in front of me, stopping once it got just a meter away, then rose around me to suck up the dust and ashes that were littered a few feet behind me. Since I didn't exactly have friends here, I sometimes took to talking to the drones when I knew for sure I was alone. They don't have any artificial intelligence, or even any voice module for that matter, but their silence was comforting at certain time. Thinking about it now, I could somewhat see why not many spoke to me. I talk to primitive robots, for christ sakes.

I took some time studying the massive door before me, trying to figure out how the hell I am going to open it at all. I paced left and right of the doors, occasionally looking at the map on the PDA to make sure i was in the right place. I had thankfully recalibrated the map so I couldn't get lost in the future. Within minutes, I found a little makeshift keyboard hooked up to the doors control panel. The door… It was jury rigged. I was really impressed at the work, with all the wires expertly connected in major parts of the doors circuitry and all. Probably to fix the door to make it accessible again. Judging by some of the minor scorch marks everywhere, there must've been a fire here. Probably caused by the explosion.

CLANK!

My entire body flinched and I swerved around to see what the noise was. For a moment, there was nothing but near complete silence. I swear I could only hear the machines cleaning. I was about to relax when I began to hear voices.

"… But with the two sentries gone though, they could've just completely overrun us and killed us all." A man said.

FUUUUUUCK! I screamed in my head. I looked left and right, looking for a place to hide. I dropped the PDA and dove over to a cabinet that I spotted. I opened the thing and tried to stuff myself inside of it. Didn't work. I instead accidentally tore the entire door off its hinges, making me gawk at what the hell I just did for a moment.

"So they didn't?" Said another man. "I Mean, the sentries weren't broken or anything, just empty."

"Right!" Said the first one. I could now hear their footsteps. I started to dart left and right of the door to look for a place to hide. They cant see me at all. Especially if they have weapons. "But those fuckers were terrified as hell, and tried to pick us off one by one. We obviously stuck together like the captain told us, and only one of us got out with just a single bullet wound."

"And who got shot? Wasn't it that guy with the butterfly inked onto his arm or something?" Asked a the second one.

"Yeah. Jeremy was his name, I think." Said a third voice. This voice was huskier, and easily distinguishable from the other two.

Shitshitshitshit… I thought. Their voices and footsteps got louder, and I could smell a mixture of sweat and several stale, soapy, musky scents. My brain immediately Determined not three, but six or seven different scents coming in my direction. I assume thats what the survivors smelled like, and I daren't question that of which i already knew the answer to.

"OH! Wasn't he the dude that got shot in the ass or some shit?" Said a feminine voice. "I remember him! I was the one that told him that was a million dollar wound to have!" Her statement was immediately followed with a few chuckles and giggles. I however, was nearly losing my shit. I looked around wildly to find some sort of hiding spot. It was only then that I began to hear a strange beeping noise.

"Wait! I got something." One of them said. In the distance, I heard a muffled CHAK! and I froze. The man spoke again, this time more quietly. "Stay frosty, I think there's another one of those things around us…" With that, I heard their footsteps come even closer. It didn't take a genius to know that their destination was the door behind me.

WHERE THE FUCK DO I GO!? I mentally screamed. In that exact moment, I doubled over, clutching my gut just above my groin. The strange burning sensation was back again, and I still didn't know what the hell it was. Oh that's FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC! I thought. I… I can't fight… They'll kill me in seconds… Still clutching my gut, I stood up and stared at the ceiling. They'll kill me in… Oh. Directly above me was a large opening, a few feet above my being. It was an open vent. Feeling painfully stupid, I crouched down and leaped upwards as fast as possible. I made sure I didn't over exert the jump, as the last time I connected my skull with the ceiling.

I failed at the first attempt and fell, but got it right the second time. While I was executing my escape, the hushed voices got closer, as well as the beeping that was coming from them. I hung from the vent like a lizard hanging from a thin string, with my legs and tail flailing about. After a second of digging my claws into the vent for a better grip I was finally able to get inside. I move far, mostly because to my left side there was a steel cage. So I moved the other way, and laid myself down onto the grating so I could see the survivors below me while hiding.

"… Dade, you got anything?" Said a husky voice. Down the hall I heard footsteps getting louder. They didn't sound far, but listening them makes me feel like they're directly below me.

"Nah, nothin'. The trackers' silent, so I guess I can take that as a good thing." The man had a touch of country in his accent, though when he was below me, he looked more like a Swedish man to me.

"How did you deduce that? If you had any common sense, then you'll know that some of those FUCKING monsters stay still sometimes. Don'cha think?"

"Jesus woman, no need to be pissy." Said a burly man with a scratchy voice. "Dade, are you sure theres nothing around us?"

"Eeyup. Nuthin'." Dade answered.

"And how do you know, Dade?"

"First off, we ain't dead. That's one." His words sparked a sigh in him. "And second, if that thing is near us while staying still, it'd still move after a minute or so. Those things are animals, they just never stay still, as far as I can see." The rest of the group entered. There were six people. And I smelled them all coming…

"Alright, whatever. Just open the door so I can get a drink." Said the woman's voice. She, and all the other people within the group were wearing gray jumpsuits. The two men of the four either had their shirt torn or were wearing it only like a pants.

My whole body tensed up and my abdominal muscles ached. The burning sensation came back, at full force this time. SHIT! What is this!? I whimpered lightly, and I tried to force myself to stay quiet. The vent I was in began to shake as my body from the waist down started to tremble.

"The fuck is that…?" Said one of the guys. They all looked up and searched for the source. Oh god… Their gonna find me… With my lips pulled back, I grit my teeth and swallowed the deep hiss I was going to make. My gut throbbed a little, and the burning sensation turned into a now hot feeling, making me want to cry. The burning pain alone made me want to roar. The people below me aimed their weapons at me, and I swear, that country guy was looking directly at me. He pulled his shotgun up and pointed at the grating, close to where my face was. He pulled back the pump… Pushed it back… And that's when I nearly lost it.

My crushing grip nearly made me tear a pipe off the wall next to me, and the sound of snapping metal made them all flinch. It was a small jerk of mine, that prompted the tracker to beep once… And then I felt a wave of warmth pass through me… And I felt… Relief, as the burning sensation was beginning to fade away. Then there was a strange sound. One that sounded like raindrops hitting the hull of a tank.

"What the- GGGAAAACK!" Looking down, the guy below me shook his head violently, trying to dry himself. For a second, I couldn't tell why he was all wet, but after a moment of thinking…

Did… I'd just… Oh god… I think… I think I just pissed on his head… A MASSIVE wave of embarrassment washed over me and I immediately felt ashamed of myself. I cringed hard and shivered a little. Meanwhile, the rest of the group roared in laughter. "Gah! It smells like fuckin' piss!"

"Heh, might've been a sewage pipe or something." Said the burly man. Their laughing became louder, signaling that they no longer believed I was really here. I sighed, and couldn't help but silently chuckle to myself. Ha… That guy just got peed on…

One of them stopped laughing, and I saw her freeze when she looked behind them. The others looked at her with a questioning look, and then THEY froze as she did. They all seemed to be staring at something behind me, but what? I can't see from where I am…

The vent wasn't too tight, but that doesn't mean I would be able to turn around or anything, due to my size. Instead, I lifted myself as slowly as possible to prevent detection from the tracker, and tried to get a view of what they were looking at. Didn't help, because my vision behind the grating was not all to great and was limited. Before I could look back upwards, I caught a glimpse of my tail. It… Was halfway gone…

Oh crap… I thought. My head shot upwards automatically and I scanned what was in front of me. But in doing so, the tracker that was below me beeped loud and clear, and that's when they started shooting at my tail hanging out of the vent. With a surprised screech, I flinched and clawed my way through the vent before me.

Bullet holes appeared everywhere below me, with the little shaped pellets of lead nearly embedded themselves inside me. I heard nothing but massive explosions in my ears as they fired their weapons at me. The colossal booms of their shotguns and roars of their assault rifles chased me, teasing me with a hail of metallic rain showering me from below.

I felt the tip of my tail immediately slam upwards after getting hit my a flying bullet. A few hit me in the chest, but were surprisingly not that painful. Instead, they felt like pebbles were being thrown at me for whatever reason. But one did get me good, as the round buried itself into my shoulder and bounced slightly against my bone. I hissed in pain, but kept moving despite the stinging sensation in my left shoulder.

Within a few moments, the firing continued on, but couldn't go any further as I most likely have gotten through the door from above. As I crawled on, I could hear something sizzle as I move. Glancing down for a quick second, I saw the thin, metal vent I was in begin to melt and punch holes into the sheeting. Wherever my blood was dropping on… FUCK! I snarled and stopped. There was another set of steel bars blocking my way. It was a dead end Before I could even think about what I should do next, I found that I was standing on grating. And that it was beginning to bend under my weight. At the same time, I saw my blood from my elbow and onto the grating, eating away at the metal.

Not only did the grating give way, but so did most of the vent I was in. I wasn't sure, but I think that the walls were also being smeared by my bloodied wound somehow. The metal groaned under me and snapped open, dropping me a little. The entire vent shook horribly, and I caught myself on the lip of the now open vent before I fell. within seconds, the vent gave way and a large section drooped downwards to the ground, slamming me on the floor.

Panting, I stood on all fours and gathered myself before doing any type of movement. In front of me was the large, double doors, and I could hear muffled shouting and shooting going on. I let out a pleasures hiss as I felt relief come over me once more. This time I didn't urinate on myself though. So that's a good thing I guess.

Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I stood tall on both legs, and screeched in triumph. My screech was low pitched, with a viscous tone to it. I don't know why I really did that, but at least it displays my emotion, in its terrifyingly loud way. I turned around, feeling good. Now all I have to do is-

My heart nearly skipped a beat, as my snout picked up MASSIVE amounts of scents, as well as ears heard a torrent of constant, muffled thumping. This combination of senses… It made me feel… Excited. All my muscles were tense, and I expelled air from my lungs more powerfully, resulting in heavy panting. I immediately felt… Ready. Like I was preparing for a fight or something. I could feel the adrenalin flood my very limbs and chest. Hell, I even began to tremble. It felt like I just found treasure or something… And then I saw it. I didn't see it at first, but I nearly fell at what I saw…

Survivors. EVERYWHERE. There were tents, opened crates, Tupperware with food in it, he'll even a fire was going on. There were dozens, and DOZENS of survivor in here. People made a big camp here, and actually live here. They were all here all along… And they all were staring directly at me.

They all paled and looked upon me with frightened, bugged out men and women alike, as well as a few children sitting or playing. They also stared at me, expressionless. Oh fuck… I thought.

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