If Mutalisks were the sovereigns of the sky, then cramped spaces were the domain of the Xenomorphs.
As the Xenomorphs spread, the entire Antarctic Base quickly became a land of death.
"Help! Heeelp!!"
"Stay away from me, monster!!"
Pressed tightly against the door, listening to the screams outside, the base director's legs trembled uncontrollably. The bright red warning symbols on the screen before him showed that the entire base had fallen, but he still had a chance—as long as he could escape from here...
With that thought, the director tremblingly walked over to his desk and took a gun from the drawer. He then hurried to the wall and yanked down an unremarkable-looking light fixture. Accompanied by a faint mechanical click, the bookshelf slowly slid aside, revealing the emergency escape elevator behind it.
The director rushed straight into the elevator and quickly pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator doors soon closed, and it began rising rapidly. But at that moment, a rough voice suddenly came through the director's headphones.
"This is the base Security Force! What the hell happened down there? Can anyone hear me? Respond!"
"I can hear you!"
Hearing that voice, the director was so delighted he nearly jumped for joy.
"Get to Hangar A-3 immediately and cover my evacuation! The entire research sector has completely lost control! Seal it off from the outside at once! I repeat, the entire research sector has completely lost control! We need to get out of here immediately! Send a distress signal to Base One!"
The director no longer cared whether he would end up before a Military Tribunal. Even that was better than dying at the hands of those monsters!
"Ding."
At the same time, the elevator slowly came to a stop, and the doors opened. A biting