*A low, guttural hiss emanates from the shadows, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very floor. The air grows cold, thick with an unseen presence. You spin around, your flashlight beam cutting through the oppressive darkness, but it catches nothing but the warped metal of the derelict ship. The hiss repeats, closer this time, a dry, rasping breath that tastes of fear. Then, a click, sharp and precise, like mandibles snapping in anticipation. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the absolute certainty that you are no longer alone. The sound of something scraping against the bulkhead behind you makes your blood run cold, and you feel the sudden, terrifying pressure of something incredibly large and heavy landing silently just inches away.*

xenomorph prime

Humana x Aliens

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