Chase after Ashley

“Captain!!” Evelyn shouts once more into the darkness. Without a response, Evelyn picks herself up and rushes down the corridor.

Bang. Bang. Krakakaka..

Sporadic machine gun fire sounds bellows and thunders down the corridor. “Cap!!!” Evelyn exclaims again as she feels her body sweating more with each hurried step. As she turns multiple corners, she hears the sounds getting louder and closer.

The firing stops, a dreadful moment of silence ensues. As Evelyn reaches an intersection, her light illuminates a vague figure in the darkness on her left. It flashes past for a second or two, before disappearing into the black.

“Hey!!” Evelyn shouts into the direction as she swings her rifle towards the left corridor, her gun light shining dead center yet locating nothing of note. With a slower step, Evelyn pushes forward towards the sighting, finger on the trigger. Her senses heightened, Evelyn swallows as she swings her eyes around to catch any sort of visual warning of the possible threat ahead.

A metal vent cover slams behind her, its sudden noise causing her to swing around quickly as she notices the open vent in the roof.

“Ngghh!!!” Evelyn grunts as she feels a sudden sense of tingling in her cunt. “Not now!!” she exclaims as she throws her back against a wall, rifle clutched in her other hand as she points her lights to her left and right in anticipation.

As Evelyn loses her focus due to an increasing horniness, she bites her lips and begins to feel her crotch. The spacesuit is too thick, and blocks her fingers from being able to apply pressure to her lady bits as she feels an immediate urge to release her tension.

In her horny fog, Evelyn fails to notice another man approach her from the darkness, a short man in an orange engineer suit that is ripped and torn, his hairy chest exposed as he ambushes the woman and yanks her helmet off.

“Hyuck!” Evelyn exclaims before realizing that she could still breathe. She begins to draw her weapon upwards, but the man pushes his hand downwards on hers, forcing her back to the wall as he dry humps her suit.

“Get off me!!” Evelyn shrieks. “Fucking hell!” She kicks and struggles to no avail, the man clearly is much stronger than her, despite being shorter. He pulls a knife out and presses its sharp end into her suit, puncturing it as he runs it down to create a larger seam as the suit begins to fall off her.

The man drools and laughs, incoherently gibbering similar to the other man from earlier. “Not another fucking-” Evelyn exclaims as she finds herself in nothing but her bra and panties. Her skin mostly exposed, she feels the man press his body up on hers as his stench fills her senses.

Just then, an unidentifiable sound is heard, as a sharp object pierces the man’s shoulder, causing him to shriek in agony. The man is yanked off Evelyn in a forceful thrust, as she notices more sharp rods pierce different areas of the man. Soft, pulsating tendrils reach around the man, grabbing him by his limbs and stomach as they grind on his torn clothes.

“H-H-Help!!!” the man shrieks. “Hel-Help me!” he begins to croak. Not one to waste an opportunity, Evelyn grabs her rifle again and supports it upwards with her other arm. Aiming the weapon at the man, she places her finger on the trigger again, her gun light illuminating the scene to reveal more of the grotesque sight of the man being violated by an alien’s parts.

“Be thankful that I’m merciful, bitch!” Evelyn speaks firmly as she pulls on the trigger, firing multiple bullets into the man’s chest and the alien parts. As the corridor lights up multiple times in the ensuing gunfire, Evelyn switches her target to the alien, still only half visible as she then begins to catch sight of its face, a multi-eyed monster with sharp fangs and many tendrils.

The man clearly dead and the monster wounded, it drops the bullet ridden corpse as it faces Evelyn whole, many punctured organs that are now leaking yellow alien blood as its tendrils begin to lash frantically at the woman.

“Fuck it.” Evelyn says as she dodges to the right, breaking into a full sprint down the corridor. With the sounds of the monster in tow, Evelyn reaches a dead end, a malfunctioning door into the next area that is slamming itself open and closed multiple times with a creaking mechanical noise.

Turning to face the monster, Evelyn looks down on her rifle. ‘ZERO ROUNDS REMAINING’ the display reads. “Fuck!” she exclaims as she thumbs the magazine ejection lever, the spent magazine dropping onto the metallic floor as reaches for more mags only to remember that she is suitless when she feels her bra and soft skin around her torso.

The monster approaches closer, although slowly as it lurches and croaks in all sorts of weird noises, clearly wounded. Evelyn looks around frantically, and has to make a decision.