Sorry for the long wait from my last update I had lots of things compounded together that made life a pain but this story was always on my mind wanting to be written so here's the third chapter.

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Regular speech: "Yo"

Thought: Yo

Communications: Yo

Location: USG Ishimura Time: Unknown

The three of us get on a lift and head down a floor to a Rec. room where there is a divider waiting for us to come down. As soon as Isaac sees it his Plasma Cutter is raised and fired in an attempt to kill the monster and make sure it stayed dead, I feel the heat from the ionized plasma come from the equivalent of a barrel and the flash of light as it travels to the divider. The smell of burning flesh is present after and the Divider is killed for the first time as its limbs separate in an attempt to regroup I assume.

I raise my pistol and slowly walk off the lift as temple looks warily around for any sign of the offending limbs as I lower myself into a kneeling position near a table and glance under it with my pistol at the ready Isaac is doing the same with a table near the one I'm at

"Watch out for the limbs, especially the head," Temple says as he moves around the room, "That thing will try and squeeze your own head off; the arms aren't as dangerous but can still hurt you."

In a snarky voice I reply "That's comforting, and what I real want to be thinking about right now with the place being filled with nutso creatures that want to take a chunk of meat off my bones."

As I stand up I sling my duffel bag onto the table and take out a Mossberg 800 shotgun and start rummaging around for shells to load the shotgun. "Hey guy why do you have ancient guns?" Isaac asks as he moves farther into the room to grab a data card, which I know to be the nav card for the shuttle. "There are things that look like they were once human and are now the equivalent of space zombies and you're worried about my choice of weapon?" I comment as I finally find the bandolier of solid slug shells and a bandolier to keep them close at hand.

I load the first shell and notice the head leaping at me from the next table over. I raise the shotgun in the way while giving a startled cry. The head has tendrils hanging down from wear the neck should be half of them wrap around the barrel of the gun and the other half wrap around my throat. I hear Isaac shout "I can't get a clear shot, get it away from him." I struggle to get it off of me twisting the shotgun in an attempt to get the head off of me. I start feeling short of breath gasping

I wrestle the head off of me as my vision turn black around the edges and toss it on the floor and draw in a deep breath while stepping on the tendrils to keep it form disappearing and I crouch down with the shotgun held in my grip slide out and start bashing the butt of the gun down repeatedly on top of the head reducing it to a bloody pulp. "That," cough cough" sucked." I say in a hoarse voice from being strangled. Isaac and temple are over by me making sure I'm alright and Isaac offering me a med kit if I needed one. While their doing that I notice one of the arms behind them and raise my shotgun up and fire leaving temple with a startled look on his face and glancing down looking to see if he was hit and Isaac to aim at me in caution and fear.

I lower my gun and sit down in a chair and taking out a rag from my bag to clean off the butt that I had used to kill the head. They look behind themselves and see the remains of the hand understanding what had happened now Isaac lowers his weapon and temple breaths a sigh of relief .There's little left of the hand after the solid slug had ripped through the hanging arm. Isaac says he's going to move on ahead since the next section of the ship is decompressed. I take out a pack of pop tarts and start loading more solid slug shells into the shotgun. I see temple curiously looking at the wrapped pastry, 'Hmmmm I shouldn't be here and this is probably something that possibly doesn't exist.' I think as I open the wrapper. "Ya want a bite?" I ask temple since he may not have eaten for an extended period of time. He nods his head and takes one of the pre-made pastries biting into at and gaining a surprised look on his face.

"Strange," Temple says "I thought that pop-tart discontinued blueberry 20 years ago." He looks at me with curiosity in his eyes 'Damn I knew something bad was going to happen when I gave him something from my kit' I think in a panic. In reply I say "I had won a hidden contest and had earned some blue berry filled ones with this pack being my last." He just shrugs his shoulders and accepts the answer.

I hear plasma rounds being fired behind the door with the holo panel running in a loading screen as soon as it opens Isaac runs out with the regenerator right behind him walking at a brisk pace with his imposing figure with broad shoulders and bone scythes that looked like they could cleave bone in two. Temple and I jump in fright at seeing the new necromorph. We make a run for the lift and I make a blind shot behind us trying to slow down the monstrosity. I fire and rack the slide, Fire and rack the slide, Fire and rack the slide. My first shot went wide missing the necromorph, the second one hit it but only in center mass barely stumbling the beast, the third one though connected with the top of his hip stumbling it and making it fall down and have to recover its fearsome stride.

With those three shots fired I continue on, not looking back anymore and concentrating on making it into the lift that will take us away from it. We make it to the lift and all step in as Isaac hit the panel to lift us above the beast. We step out into the bar area were temples girlfriends body lay. He makes a great effort to not look to the corner where she was. I just pat his shoulder and move past him Isaac just looks around with that helmet on its hard to tell what he's thinking as he moves over to the bar to attempt to salvage anything I believe. "Hey Ben come over here I think I found something you'll need if you lost yours." He calls out to me and I look over to him and see him holding a perfectly good jacket rig. I walk over to Isaac and take it from him with a nod of thanks putting it on it's a little small with the sleeves feeling restrictive when bent at a certain angle. "Here let me set it up for you so you can access the control panels." Isaac says as he steps behind me and tinkers with the rig and I feel a slight pinch right along my spin and I look behind me to see the health bar on the back filling up with its interesting fluid that I always wondered what it was.

Isaac gives a grunt of approval and steps around me again and tells me that the rig is synced with me now and will allow me to open doors and buy stuff at the store. With that done we look over to temple and see him taking a shot of something from behind the bar that looks like vodka. We call to him and ask him what he's doing. He replies with "We agreed that if one of us died that we would have a drink once we had a moment of peace," he says as he looks over to her body with a pained look on his face. I just give him another pat on the shoulder and say " well come on we have more work to do before we get out of this hell hole of a ship."

He sighs and nods his head in resignation we step out me just now realizing that there's some sort of growth all over the walls and floor. I raise my boots to see the bottom and see the treads are completely gunked up and full of the crap. I just sigh myself and accept the future need to clean the boots.

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Alright so an abrupt end but it's been a while since I updated so I don't think ya'll will mind too much.

But onto the way I write I would appreciate other people criticizing how I write with opinion and other things to that effect. Please no flames from the guests or ill be forced to deny them the ability to review my stories that I will write. That's all

The deathknight signing off