“Just don’t die…” I panted over and over to myself. “Keep going, don’t look back, get going ya stupid fucker.”
I rose up out of my make-shift hole, the darkness still blinding me to whatever was coming. I checked the status of my weapon in hand, and cocked the barrel to prime the pulse changer. I took a few deep slow breaths, and kept my eyes ready for anything out there.
“Shit, I can’t see anything,” I cursed to myself openly. “Fuck, where are you? Come on… come on… let’s go motherfucker, show yourself.”
The sweat trickled down my face as I peered about in vain. It intermixed from the blood and spattered remains of my former colleagues who’d died instantly; the enemy’s wrath upon them caused their bodies to explode in way I never thought possible. These fuckers were just as blood-thirsty as the rest of us, killing for the sake of killing, heck… I’ve urned for the taste of such barbarism even since I got here, but this… this was far more than usual.
Slowly I stepped out onto the main surface, keeping my weapon poised and at the ready. The low sound of chattering and movement in the pitch dark caused my senses to go into overdrive. I tried to cover every angle as I pointed my gun in every direction. The light on the stalk did little to expose whatever was in front, the night on this planet was damn unforgiving that human eyes had a hard time adjusting to such darkness.
I was alone, and I think those alien fuckers knew it. They were trying to surround me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Well, that’s fine. I’m ready for them as well. I’ve killed many in the short time I’ve been here. If anything, their predatory skill is as great as my own, if not more. But, I’m a man with little to lose, with so little to take. I’ve lived with what I am, with what I’ve become, and will never change in my nature. I’m a hunter, a killer, a damned soul with a demon heart pulsating in my chest. I like the thrill, the constant drive to take a life, no matter who—or what it is.
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As I step deeper into the unknown, I accidentally trip on something; glancing down, I realize it’s one of the five that were with me. Jackson, I think his name was… not that I cared, he was dead for sure. His mangled head and torso left little to identify. But, he had been far out in front and the first to be taken. I kicked his bloody corpse out of my way and kept my aim at the ready.
“Here kitty-kitty-kitty…” I playfully announced.
The sound of something slithering close started to arouse my senses. My heart raced at the thought of what was about to happen. The thought of death never bothered me before, but now… shit now I was truly and utterly faced with it. I held on to my weapon like pair of lovely tits I didn’t want to let go of. I licked my lips in anticipation as the being drew closer and closer. The darkness kept it well hidden from my view, until I could make out the shape with my own eyes as they adjusted to the pitch black. I gawked at it in disbelief.
“Holy fuck…” I stated out loud. “You are one big son of a bitch…”
I quickly pumped the gun’s charger, hearing the hum of the power building up, took aim at the creature and prepared to give it my last kiss goodbye. In that moment, which seemed to last forever, I gave a wry smile about how I got to this point. It seemed like only yesterday I was dropped into this nightmare. If only I knew then, what I knew now… things might have been different. I wouldn’t be here. Trying to be some god-damn hero.