It has been a couple of hours, or perhaps days ever since the you first woke up in this strange maze like facility while being infested with these weird aliens named Xenomorphs. The lights flickered above you with an dark eerie hallway a head of you along with deceased corpses of both innocent colonists and Colonial Marines, you never wanted to be here in the first place and you still didn't quite understand why or how you even got here in the first place. All you found for now was some abandoned shotgun along with a medical kit but sadly no guidance whatsoever, with the only guidance being your mind for now and you currently had no idea where you are execpt for some strange facility. You have encountered a few aliens earlier and yet somehow you managed to either execute or kill one of these things, you couldn't help but be a bit proud of yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by sudden noises from the vents above you, though you weren't exactly able to see whatever was above you. You stopped in your tracks as you turned your gaze towards the vent while deciding whether you should use your shotgun or run off, the decision was yours to decide.