Washington.
Main underground drainage pipe.
Dave was woken up by a gust of cold wind.
He lived underground in Washington for almost a year.
After being laid off, my job was gone, my apartment was gone, my wife ran away with the kids, and it wasn't long before the divorce papers were sent.
He signed, spent the remaining money on wine, and after drinking, got into the sewer.
Even though it's bad here, at least there's shelter from the wind and rain.
He slept in the corner of a branch pipe, with a bed made of cardboard and a plastic bag stuffed with old clothes as a pillow.
He moved his stiff fingers and touched the flashlight beside the pillow.
The flashlight is missing.
Then there's the sound.
A sound he had never heard before.
Not rats, not water, not the snoring of other homeless people.
It was a wet, moving sound.
Came from deep inside the pipe.
Dave sat up, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
There is light in the distance of the pipe.
It's not sunlight, it's a weak, blue-green fluorescent light.
Fluorescent light illuminates the pipe walls.
Dave crawled over and saw clearly.
The pipe walls are covered with a gray-white substance.
It wasn't moss or mold. It was a substance he had never seen before, like resin or the solidified product of mucus secreted by some kind of creature.
It covers every inch of the pipe wall, spreading from the floor to the vault.
Fluorescence is emitted from these resins.
People are wrapped in resin.
Dave recognized them.
George sleeping in the corner thirty meters away.
Martha who is always begging at the entrance of the pipe.
There is also the tall and thin man who never makes a sound and always huddles in his sleeping bag. No one knows his name, but that is not important. What is important is that they are wrapped in resin, like bugs in amber.
The eyes are open, the mouth is open, and the limbs are in a struggling posture.
George's lips are moving.
Dave crawled over and put his ear close.
George's voice was as thin as a mosquito, repeating the same sentence over and over again:
"It hurts... there's something in my chest... it hurts..."
Dave's heart suddenly tightened.
The wet sound was getting closer and closer.
Not from the front of the pipe, but from above.
He slowly raised his head.
There is something hanging upside down from the vault of the pipe.
The huge fan-shaped head looks like a beetle or the armor in a nightmare, glowing with the luster of bone under the fluorescent light.
The tail is trailing behind it, ending in a long spiked tail that is swinging slowly.
The tail spine scratches the resin of the tube wall, leaving new traces of mucus.
There is a huge ovipositor connected to the back of the body. Every time it contracts, a new egg slides out of the ovipositing canal and falls into the resin nest.
The top of the egg slowly opens, like a blooming flower.
Dave wants to run, but his legs don't obey him at all!
The huge creature hanging upside down lowered its head and aimed its fan-shaped head at him.
It had no eyes, but he knew it was looking at him.
There were more sounds coming from deep in the pipe.
Not one, but many.
They surged out of the darkness. They were smaller than him, but the same darkness, the same fan-shaped head, and the same long spiny tail.
Crawling along the pipe wall, hanging upside down along the vault, crawling along the ground, there are too many to count.
Dave The last scene he saw was one of the monsters rushing towards him.
In the large open mouth, there is also a smaller mouth, full of sharp teeth.
Then came the severe pain.
There is nothing left.
Deeper in the pipeline, there is an abandoned pumping station.
The entire space is covered in resin.
The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in gray-white secretions.
The resin layer is so thick that the original concrete structure cannot be seen, and fluorescent light shines through from inside the resin, illuminating the entire pumping station in a strange blue-green color.
One Xenomorph, which was completely larger than the surrounding Xenomorph, fixed itself in the center of the pumping station.
The body is over four and a half meters tall, and the ovipositor extends from the back of the body, occupying nearly half of the space of the pumping station.
The ovipositor keeps contracting, and with each contraction, a new egg slides out of the spawning canal.
She was surrounded by worker bees, at least forty of them.
They drag new hosts into their nests.
A homeless man, a drug addict, two maintenance workers who strayed into the sewer, and a teenager who got lost in the pipe.
The host was fixed on the resin wall, its limbs were spread out, and its chest was torn open from the inside by the thorax body.
The thorax body has molted into a new adult body, Xenomorph, and is crawling out of the crack in the host's chest. The body is covered in mucus, and the exoskeleton has not yet completely hardened.
They crawled to the edge of the resin nest and waited quietly.
When the queen laid the sixtieth egg, the ovipositor contracted violently.
An egg slipped out of the spawning tunnel and landed in the center of the resin nest.
It is a whole circle larger than ordinary eggs, and the shell is not dark brown, but dark gold.
The worker bees turned their heads at the same time, facing the egg.
Then they spontaneously gathered around and formed a protective circle. There was no instruction from anything. They just knew that this egg was different.
The harvest tonight was particularly rich. In the homeless settlement upstream of the pipeline, not one of the more than 30 people escaped.
The host was dragged before the queen.
They were still alive, with their eyes open and inarticulate sounds coming from their mouths.
Some are praying, some are begging for mercy, and some are crazy and just repeat the same sentence over and over again.
"It hurts."
The Queen lowered her fan-shaped head and got closer to these new hosts.
The ovipositor contracts for the last time.
Six new eggs slid out of the spawning tunnel and landed in front of the host.
The top of the egg opens simultaneously.
The stray dogs on the ground suddenly started barking collectively.
They were facing the direction of the sewer, with their tails between their legs and their whole bodies trembling.
After barking a few times, he retreated into the corner and buried his nose under his front paws.
The queen raised her head, and her fan-shaped armor was aimed at the pipe opening on the top of the pumping station. The pipe opening leads to the upper level, to the ground, and to a city that is still sleeping.
A low-frequency roar emitted from his throat that was inaudible to humans.
All the worker bees in the pumping station stopped moving at the same time, and their roars spread along the pipes.
Branch pipes, main pipes, branch pipes. Every corner of the nest.
In the darkness, countless worker bees raised their heads at the same time.
They began to move, upward, toward the city.
The number exceeds two hundred and is still increasing.
Appalachian Mountains.
Crash scene.
A temporary greenhouse was erected on the edge of the impact crater.
The searchlight illuminated the bottom of the pit as bright as day.
Triad Company's large forces have withdrawn.
Hudson, as the person in charge of this operation, left with the samples and database, leaving behind a platoon of private armed forces and an engineering team responsible for cutting up the wreckage of the spacecraft and loading it into trucks.
Foreman Ramirez has been doing heavy lifting for 20 years and has hauled all the big stuff.
But he couldn't transport this spaceship.
He had never seen the metal of the outer casing, and the plasma cutting machine only left a shallow mark on it, not even discoloration.
"Fake." Ramirez threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, "What kind of material is this thing made of?"
"Boss." A young worker came over, "Why don't you build a shed first and then switch to Laser for cutting tomorrow?"
Ramirez looked at the sky and then at the spaceship at the bottom of the pit.
The gap in the bulkhead was dark, like a half-open mouth.
"Okay, let the brothers work harder and put up the greenhouse before dawn."
"Mr. Hudson said he would receive the goods in three days."
The worker responded and turned around to carry the steel pipe.
The wind in the woods suddenly stopped.
Ramirez's hand froze just as he touched the cigarette case.
It's not that I heard something, it's that I didn't hear it.
The birds stopped chirping, the insects stopped chirping, and even the sound of the wind passing through the treetops stopped.
Then he heard a sound of metal friction, coming from deep in the woods, like a knife blade scratching on a stone, and like something breathing.
Ramirez's flashlight shines into the woods.
The light beam swept across the tree trunks, swept through the shrubs, and swept through a transparent outline.
The outline moved, and the beam of light chased after it, but there was nothing.
"Who?!" He raised the flashlight and reached for the pistol on his waist with his other hand.
A short scream came from behind.
Ramirez Turned around suddenly, a guard was lifted into the air, and two gleaming sharp blades penetrated his back and came out from his chest.
The tip of the sharp blade was still dripping with blood.
The guard's mouth was open, unable to make a sound, and his limbs twitched twice and became motionless.
The sharp blade retracted, the guard's body fell to the ground, and there was no one behind him.
Then the air twisted, and a tall figure emerged from the transparency.
He is nearly two and a half meters tall, with dark silver exoskeleton armor covering his whole body, and Ramirez's chest armor is engraved with incomprehensible patterns.
The helmet is not an ordinary mesh shape, but has the outline of an eagle, and the metal wings spread out on both sides glow coldly under the searchlight.
The red eyepiece stared at Ramirez, like staring at a bug.
The wrist blade on his right hand was still stained with blood, and the lights of the greenhouse were reflected on the blade surface.
Female Predator.
Before Ramirez's gun was raised, bursts of screams suddenly came from the communication earphones, and then they were interrupted one after another, leaving only the sizzling sound of electricity.
The guards on the perimeter were cleared away within ten seconds, and not a single gunshot could be heard.
The workers and guards in the greenhouse panicked for a moment. They raised their guns and fired wildly at the dark woods. The bullets hit the air and splashed blue plasma shield sparks.
A guard turned around and ran wildly out of the woods, taking less than ten steps.
A metal spear shot out of the darkness, pierced his chest, and pinned him to the tree trunk.
The cat-faced Predator hung upside down from the tree crown, and the wrist blade popped out, cutting the throat of another guard who tried to raise his gun.
Its body shape is slightly smaller than that of female Predator.
On the other side of the greenhouse, a guard carried a rocket launcher.
Before he could take aim, a Plasma Cannon blasted out from the woods.
The guard and his rocket launcher were blown to pieces.
The shock wave overturned the construction vehicle next to it.
Elephant-faced Predator walked out of the woods. He was over three meters tall and three times as big as Cat-faced.
The helmet is like a thick elephant trunk, and on the left shoulder is a still smoking Plasma Cannon.
The heavy blaster ax in his right hand dragged on the ground, plowing a blackened ditch.
Ramirez's legs are weak.
He wanted to run, but fell to his knees on the ground.
Female Predator walked towards him.
The wrist blade retracted his arm armor, pinched his chin with his right hand, and forced him to raise his head.
The red eyepiece was less than twenty centimeters from his face, and the sound of breathing came from the helmet, low and slow, like the whimpering of some large cat in the dark.
She pressed her left hand on the bulkhead of the spacecraft, and the notch on the bulkhead suddenly lit up. A red light swept across the entire spacecraft from the top of the helmet, and the black box was activated.
On the display screen inside the helmet, the picture began to jump.
Last recorded before crash.
All restraint devices in the cabin were locked, and Norn Queen was fixed on the central platform.
Then the spacecraft lost control and plunged into the atmosphere.
The restraint device was damaged in the impact...Norn Queen broke free... the hatch was knocked open from the inside.
Dozens of worker bees poured out of the spacecraft and disappeared into the night.
Then there's a close-up of Norn Queen.
Fan-shaped head, huge ovipositor.
There is a clear number 6 branded on his forehead.
Female Predator closed the record.
The red eyepiece scanned the wreckage of the spacecraft for the last time, and then aimed at Ramirez.
The wrist blade popped out again, passed by, and Ramirez's head rolled to the ground.
Female Predator turned around and walked towards the woods.
Her figure began to distort after taking three steps, and became completely transparent after five steps.
At the edge of the woods, dozens of translucent silhouettes appeared simultaneously.
Although the styles and styles of the armors are different, the unified dark black armor, shoulder cannons, and wrist knives represent that they have the same origin.
At this moment, they dispersed in battle formation.
This is no ordinary coming-of-age ritual hunting, it is a global cleanup operation targeting absolute pollutants.
Once Norn Queen numbered 6 spreads in human cities, the entire planet will become the nest of Xenomorph. Even clans with grievances must join forces to eliminate pollution from the source.
The cat face squatted on the tree trunk, and the elephant face stood at the outermost edge carrying Plasma Cannon.
There is also a figure that is bigger than an elephant's face, standing behind the female Predator, like a silent iron tower.
It did not participate in the massacre, it just stood there and watched from beginning to end.
On the canopy of the tree, a figure wearing a lone wolf helmet squatted on the highest branch, with a wrist knife pressed against the trunk. The infrared sight had locked onto the Washington city more than ten kilometers away.
Female Predator waves.
Hundreds of hunters turned around at the same time and moved in the direction of Washington, transparently and silently.
In the night sky, the starlight was blocked by something.
Not a cloud.
The edge of the cloud is blurry, while the edge of the thing is neat.
It is transparent, but not completely transparent, like a huge piece of glass suspended in the air. The metal skeleton structure can be vaguely seen behind the glass.
A triangular mothership with a diameter of more than three hundred meters hovered three thousand meters above Washington.
Full-band optical stealth, United States military's radar can only capture a faint gravitational anomaly, and people on the ground are unaware of it.
It is like a huge, invisible glass, blocking the starlight of half the city. The cold muzzle has been pointed at the ground, just waiting for the commander's order.
Female Predator raised her head and pointed the red eyepiece in the direction of the mothership.
After a moment, she lowered her head and walked towards the city.
The figure completely disappeared.
Only corpses, burning construction vehicles and the silent black spaceship were left in the woods.
The gap in the bulkhead was still open, like a half-open mouth.