Unpleasant, sticky twilight filled the insides of a huge spaceship. Along the long winding corridor, only weak emergency lighting lamps are lit. But their light rather emphasizes dark corners and blackening dips of side passages. From the last I want to keep as far as possible: they are like open mouths that are about to swallow you.

Previously, this place was perceived by Ripley in a completely different way: all these steel grids, bulkheads and compartments seemed to be quite ordinary, dull surroundings. Monotonous gray colors brought only boredom, but now the darkness seemed to play with dozens of unseen shades. The reason for this was only one creature, an alien creature, aboard the ship. In just a few days, an absolutely alien creature destroyed all team members. Only Ripley, the security officer of Nostromo, remained alive. The monster was not just a stupid creature who wanted to fill her belly. He perfectly knew how to hide and instantly strike at the most unexpected moment. His instincts and logic of action were completely inexplicable. His presence alone turned the well-known ship into a dwelling of horrors.

Ripley touched the cold wall and carefully stepped over the threshold of the next compartment. And without that pale face at that moment it looked as if it had been smeared in chalk. The twilight emphasized the large cheekbones, a somewhat wide jaw and a prominent chin. A straight nose with a pointed tip gave the appearance of a girl a bit of rapacity. Wide brown eyes wide open, trying to catch the smallest details in the dim corridor. But, despite the fear that tormented Ripley, her face glowed with a desperate determination to break out of this nightmare, to stand in the throat of the cursed creature.

The thoughts of officer Ripley then ran up in complete chaos, then again they were going, trying to grope their current goals, to think out at least some plan.

“Shuttle, shuttle, shuttle ...” Ripley repeated to herself. “All you have to do is get there and get rid of that damned ship.” But first you need to start the system of self-destruction to finish off this terrible creature. ”

Ripley almost fell into a hysterical laugh, surprised at the simplicity of her plan, but quickly pulled herself together. The alien creature still wandered somewhere, and it is unlikely that it decided to leave alone the last living person on board. Damn uncertain scared the most. The creature is not a pearl through, not screaming in a heart-rending voice. Instead, she remained in the shadows all the time, showing nothing of her presence. What did it think at the time what was driving it? Ordinary hunter instinct or something else?

There is another gaping dip in the side passage ahead. Ripley tossed a stick of hair from her forehead and slowly moved forward. The flamethrower in her hands was the only weapon, but its effectiveness remained a big question. Nobody had a clue what they had to face. A creature with molecular acid instead of blood could only dream in a terrible nightmare, and here it was completely realistic and scouring in search of a new victim.

The side corridor was empty: a pale flickering light fell on the slatted floor, along the wall could be seen the long rows of pipes of the cooling system.

“Well, its here. Maybe he finally got enough and sleeps in his lair, ”Ripley tried to calm down, but in her heart she understood that the creature would not stop until it destroyed all the people on the ship.

Ripley went on again, but as soon as she managed to take a couple of steps, there was a loud hiss behind her. Such sounds constantly came from the corridors of the ship due to the peculiarities of the life support system, but this one sounded a little different.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Ripley began to slowly turn back.The damned light on the ceiling continued to flash, adding to the surroundings even more sinister shades. His breathing almost stopped, and his heart was beating so hard that it seemed that it would jump out of his chest.

Finally, Ripley turned and met her gaze with what was hiding behind her. In a couple of meters from her sat a terrible creature with a huge head extended, cast a metallic sheen. Most of all, it looked like a huge black insect, which increased to ugly sizes. The monster did not try to attack: while he was just sitting on four clawed paws, filling the floor with his thick saliva. It all looked like he was looking at a girl with interest. Although it was completely incomprehensible, even where his eyes are.

For a few moments, Ripley was paralyzed by the horrible alien look of this creature. But, barely waking up, he threw up a flamethrower and pulled the trigger. A bright orange jet of flame struck the monster's nasty face. A wild alien cry echoed across the ship, vaguely reminiscent of an elephant’s screams.

- What the creature does not like? Ripley snarled, continuing to water the black monster like a fiery stream.

The monster backed away, but then suddenly jumped up and was on the ceiling. Clawed paws clung to the steel bars, easily holding a large black body.

- Your mother! - cried Ripley, raising the barrel of a flamethrower.

With a angry hiss, the monster jumped to the floor, behind the stunned Ripley. A long black tail shot up and knocked down a girl, not letting her only weapon be used.

Once on the floor, the safety officer of the spacecraft did not lose her heart: she instantly turned over on her stomach and jumped to her feet. But instead of a jet of burning fuel, a flamethrower gave an empty hissing sound.

- Oh shit! Said Ripley, glancing at her weapon, which turned out to be flooded with sticky saliva.

The monster quickly approached the girl and opened his disgusting mouth. Behind the first row of gray teeth, another jaw appeared, which began to slowly move out. This terrible sight seemed to have served as a signal to Ripley, which forced her to come out of her stupor and continue to fight for her life. Having collected all her strength, the girl struck a jammed flamethrower at the slippery beast face.

Ripley was terribly lucky that the blow fell on a weakly protected part of the body and broke through the outer skin. The monster again shrieked with a cry of pain - dark yellow blood gushed from an open wound.

Without hesitation more than a second, the girl rushed away from the wounded monster. Only she managed to lock the doors behind her, when she noticed with horror that her clothes were smoking. Molecular acid, which served as the blood of this creature, managed to get on the clothes.

- No no no! - quickly whispered Ripley and right on the move began to tighten her gray jumpsuit.

The lightning of the work suit burst to the groin with a bang. Ripley literally jumped out of both legs and threw aside a useless pile of rags. She was lucky that at least the shoes remained intact, otherwise she would have to run around the ship barefoot.

Getting rid of outerwear, Ripley again rushed through the darkened corridors of the spacecraft. She was left with only a short T-shirt, barely reaching the navel, and tiny white panties.

Ripley decided to get to the elevator and go up to the second level, where the warehouses were located. There you could get weapons and new clothes, but the most important thing was to break away from the monster chasing her. She, of course, was good at patting him, but it was unlikely that it discouraged his desire to kill.

There was a resounding kick in the corridors of the steel floor — Ripley was running at full speed, not caring at all for the noise. Her well-groomed slender body easily kept a wild rhythm, long white legs continued to carry her across the numerous compartments and ship crossings.

In one t-shirt, shorts and sneakers, one could easily catch a cold in the cold rooms of the ship, and Ripley needed to overcome more than one hundred meters.The narrow hips of the girl tightly wrapped in white panties, they were so small that they hardly covered the thin ass. From under the top edge even a dark hollow peaked between a pair of white buttocks. It seemed ...