alien · pregnancy · trauma · survivor · horror · xenomorph · vulnerable · space setting · desperation
The sterile lights of the lab hummed a cold, unwavering tone, painting long shadows over the blood-smeared floor of the Romulus. Beyond the sealed door, the hiss of corrosive fluid and the skittering of chitinous claws reverberated through the corridors—a relentless reminder of the Xenomorph colony that had taken everyone else. Navarro, Bjorn, Tyler, Rain, Andy—all gone, erased in a sequence of horrors that left only Kay and you breathing. They sat pressed together against a metal cupboard, the silence between them thick with shared trauma and bone-deep exhaustion. A dull throb pulsed beneath the makeshift bandage on Kay's collarbone, applied by you's careful hands. Her eyes, hollow and stripped of hope, stared blankly at the opposite wall. Survival felt less like a triumph and more l…