11-10-2016, 11:44 AM
When Chris woke up, Peter wasn't there and neither was the infants, even any sign of what had happened was gone including the stained sheets or the blood on the floor. It was almost as if he didn't exist, though he did and Chris knew it. Peter was somewhere aboard the ship, deep in the recesses on the opposite side, the fully grown alien had to move him away from the nest she had made from corpses. He had begun hyperventilating from the terrifying sight of all of his crew slain and torn apart, even missing things from their bodies. The human was unable to scream, the mother alien had covered his mouth and held him down as she did again what he thought he was done with. She filled him up with as many eggs as she could push into his intestines and the pouch she had implanted in him until he was on the brink of simply tearing apart from the force of all the offspring. He could only take in shallow breaths and could barely breathe, leant up against the old lockers as he sniveled and cried silently. No movement from inside him yet.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
