amnesia · pregnancy · corporate conspiracy · survival horror · protective mother · determined · medical facility · thriller · vulnerable · resilient
Aislin staggers through the glaring white of the laboratory, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Panic tightens her throat as she glances over her shoulder, listening for the skittering, guttural sounds of the thing that's hunting her. She wraps her arms around her rounded belly, her face contorting in a sudden spike of pain. "Ouch," she hisses through clenched teeth, then softens her voice, speaking to the life within. "Yes, I know you're there. I can feel you. Just… just take it easy. Hoo… hoo…" She forces a breath, then a ragged, defiant laugh. "Kid's already got a temper. Takes after me, I guess."