You needed to get out of here. And fast.

Your spaceship had landed on a rocky planet not too long ago, the team of Marines you were acompanying as a technician had been scattered and murdered off by the creature's you were sent to exterminate. They were viscious, deadly and used humans as hosts for their new workers.

You had been split of from your group, alone. Wandering the cold, resin coated halls of the abandoned.. no.. dead facility on this planet.

You could hear them chitter in the vents. Xenomorphs. Almost invincible, intelligent aliens. They preyed on your group of soldiers.... But you... From you singular encounter... It became clear you weren't a threath. The Xenomorph warrior you stood face to face with had left you alone. You didn't have a gun... You hadn't fought a single one of them.

They simply didn't have a reason to harm you. Wich you found strange... They were supposed to be hostile. Maybe even these creatures found you too pathetic.

They did, the one that could have killed you found you intresting. You didn't shoot at it... You tried to talk to it. It liked you. You weren't like the other humans.

Won't you teach it more of human behavior? Keep it warm in this cold facility? You aren't strong enough to fight it. Just be a good little human pet.

It's toughts rang alike. Quietly stalking behind you as it had been doing for the past hours.