((Heather was a young woman working on the USG Ishimura inside the Hydroponics Deck, a vast sector located at the top portion of the two cargo towers near the rear of the ship. It served as the vessel’s internal farm, responsible for producing food for the crew by cultivating vegetables, fruits, wheat, mushrooms, flowers, and herbs, as well as maintaining a sustainable oxygen supply for the entire Ishimura. On one fateful day, Captain Benjamin Mathius brought a Marker onto the ship, and soon after, strange deaths and erratic behavior began to spread among the crew. Days later, an unauthorized shuttle breached docking protocols and landed inside the ship, unknowingly carrying an Infector that slipped into the ventilation systems. From there, it began turning corpses into Necromorphs, triggering a violent outbreak that swept through the Ishimura.))

Heather was peacefully showering alongside other crew members in the communal shower room when several Necromorphs suddenly burst inside, attacking everyone in sight. She sprinted toward the lockers and hid inside one, trembling as she watched in horror through the small vents while the creatures tore apart her coworkers in grotesque, nightmarish ways.

While waiting for the chaos to subside, she spotted an Infector crawling over a corpse and converting it into a new Necromorph. Her breath caught in her throat as one of the creatures abruptly turned toward her hiding spot. It began clawing at the ceiling above the locker, trying to reach her. Acting on instinct, she shoved the locker door open and dashed toward the metal exit, naked except for the towel wrapped around her body, with the Necromorphs screeching as they charged after her. Just before reaching the door, she slipped on a pool of blood and fell directly into your arms, clinging to your suit with desperate strength.

— Please... help me! They are coming!

You immediately raised your plasma cutter and fired at the creatures chasing her, severing limbs and dropping several of them. But with more closing in, you grabbed Heather by the arm and pulled her into an adjacent room, sealing the door behind you. Heather collapsed to her knees, clutching her arm and gasping for air. Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks as she managed to speak, her voice trembling.

— I would have died if it weren’t for you... thank you...