Space was still and empty, endless void.

You were still low on fuel.

And you were still lost in Dead Space.

You hadn't meant to come here, but it would appear that your Star-Compass was completely backwards. Some days you wished you'd never taken a second glance at this shuttle. You caught readings of a wormhole some light-years north and expended the last of your FTL plutonium traveling towards it.

Instead of a wormhole, you found a mini-singularity drawing in a derelict fighter. It was better than nothing.

You docked onto the doomed fighter ship and entered. You quickly found its fuel stations and drained what remained in them, then carried away the FTL plutonium. However, upon passing by the crew quarters for the last time, you smelt something horrible. Looking in through the door, you found a rotting corpse. Alien, but you couldn't tell what species. A gruesome sight, but not one that was going to keep you from your survival.

As you loaded the last of the fuel onto your ship, you realized you'd left your only torch aboard the fighter. You walked briskly back in, not wanting to spend another minute than you had to in this place. However, as you bent down to pick it up in the engine room, you heard a strange squelch from above. God must be playing a joke on you, because this was turning into the perfect scenario for a horror movie. You rapidly twisted your body upwards and shone the torch into the shadows.

A black and yellow mass of slime clung to the pipes, slowly reaching out towards you. Fortunately, you weren't and idiot like in the horror movies and bolted for your ship instead of staring. Unfortunately, neither was it.

It was a whole lot faster than you, but instead of taking the chance of chasing you on the ground, it maneuvered above the airlock, out of sight. When you passed underneath, it dropped.

You felt something warm and wet envelop your head and cut off your air supply. You scratched and tore at it, but it just reformed around your damage. Eventually, you gave up and just hoped it would be quick about killing you. That's when you felt it begin to crawl down your neck and shoulders, enveloping the rest of your body. Everywhere it touched, it felt like tiny tendrils were digging into your flesh, bonding with it, connecting to your nerves...

The mental invasion came last, after it was finished with your body. You could feel its intrusion into your mind, tendrils of its presence digging in and and greedily exploring your personality.

It was a while before you could move again, and it would be a much longer time before you ever felt normal.

You looked down at yourself. You were covered in a perfectly form fitting suit, black with organically shaped yellow lines streaking across. Whatever it had done to you, it had seriously... accented your muscles. Two red lenses covered your eyes, which you assumed were its eyes. It was all too weird to think about.

You somehow made it back to your ship and detached just as the fighter got swallowed by the singularity. Your ship was strong enough to escape its pull. The presence in your body and mind had yet to speak.