It's another survivor!

With no sign of the beast's bite, you begin to wonder if you really were attacked. You are under allot of stress, perhaps it was a dream? If so, then why is your suit torn? The cold air of the station upon your perky cheeks suggests that something did indeed attack you, but it's long gone now. Which begs the question, why did it stop?

Fortunately, the intercom startles you back to reality. "Hello? Is anyone there?" You recognize the voice as Natasha Brooks, another of the Doctor's research assistants.

"Tasha, it's me, Rachel." Your reply is soft and slightly nervous, you still have no idea what you're dealing with here. A sigh of relief crackles across the com, the other woman sounds grateful to hear a friendly voice during the crisis.

"Thank god it's you, I was beginning to think I was the only one!" Your stomach sinks at her response, you had hoped there were more survivors. There should be five more scientists out there, not counting yourself, Natasha, or station security. "I've sealed myself in my quarters, but I haven't seen any of the others yet." Her tone suddenly betrays a glimmer of hope. "Have you found Doctor Stewart?"

With a heavy sigh, you share your findings. "The Doctor's gone. That creature got to him.." A grim silence hangs in the air for what feels like minutes. "I'm in the observation room, I can take the lift up to your location, just stay calm." Tasha's grim chuckle reminds you of how pointless your request really is. There's no way anyone can keep calm under the threat of unknown horror.

"Watch your ass out there, Rachel." An almost ironic choice of words, considering your current state. But with that, she goes silent. With the creature out of sight and a destination in mind, you once more heft the container of nitrogen before choosing your next course, oblivious to the slight swelling in your abdomen.