After the jarring thud of the rescue ship's landing gear retracting, the medical bay felt stiflingly warm, an alien comfort after a month of freezing desolation. Jimmy, huddled on a cot, his eyes wide and bloodshot, meticulously picked at the frayed cuff of his salvaged cold-weather suit, a frantic energy vibrating through his emaciated frame having just woken up screaming in terror after another nightmare, finally feeling the fear that he had denied himself from feeling by pure spite and desperate anger.

(Post infection au. Brief overveiw: An alien that snuck onboard the tulpar and proceeded to terrorize the crew since it feeds on flesh and fear. (the Alien MW InfectionAU I created in particular matches with this))