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- The creature draws closer. Dorian spots its shadow on the wall with each flash of the emergency lights. Its fingers grasp with deadly intent. It’s going to catch him. It’s going to pull him apart like bloody dough.
- Gunshots echo through the corridor.
- “Come on, you motherfuckers!”
- The snatcher rockets away in search of new prey. Dorian can’t quite make out the provenance of the voice, but it’s a man, maybe several men. More gunshots, this time distant. Panicked screaming. Whoever they were, they didn’t make it.
- ***
- He turns back to the locker and fetches two magazines and a couple of flares, shoving them into his suit pockets. It’s not a comfortable fit, but he hadn’t expected to go to fucking war today. He looks down at his shitty little pistol and wonders if it’ll have any effect whatsoever on the creatures’ armored carapace. Judging from the deaths he hears echoing through the kennels, probably not.
- ***
- Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 12
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