Facehugger Parasites a Mutant, the Terror of the Alien

"This stench is awful."

Kitty instinctively covered her nose, but she did not dare slow down.

There were no vents in the passageway. The air was stagnant and damp, and every step echoed as if something were following behind them.

The middle-aged staff member led the way with a flashlight, its beam swaying through the darkness and illuminating the uneven path ahead.

"Be careful, everyone. There's standing water on the ground."

He had barely finished speaking when the flashlight beam suddenly swept across a dark shape in the corner ahead.

The shadow was curled up on the ground like an injured animal, utterly motionless.

"What is that?" The young staff member instinctively tightened his grip on his baton, his voice trembling.

The middle-aged staff member signaled everyone to stop, then slowly approached, focusing the flashlight beam on the dark shape.

When he saw what it was, he sucked in a sharp breath, nearly dropping the flashlight.

It was a "person," yet completely unlike one. It was naked from head to toe, its skin a nearly translucent pallor, without a trace of hair—not even eyebrows or eyelashes.

Its body was abnormally gaunt, its skeletal contours sharply visible, as though all its muscles had been stripped away.

Its skull was slightly larger than a normal human's, but its eyes were tiny and deeply sunken into their sockets. Its pupils were a murky grayish white, fixed viciously on them. Its mouth curled slightly open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, while saliva dripped from its lips and spread into a small wet patch on the floor.

"M-Monster!" the young staff member cried, turning to run.

The mutant suddenly moved, fast as an afterimage, and pounced in front of the young staff member in an instant.

Its fingers were long and thin, its nails