FACE HUGGER 30-33 (FIN) (Patreon)
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"Do you suppose she's as much of a freak as she seems?" Dr. Petite asks, then catches Emma's strange look. "What?"
"No... they wouldn't have..." Emma moans, the bottle of champagne slipping from her insensate fingers.
Dr. Petite turns in time to catch the blur of a face hugger flinging itself at her. Her incoherent scream of mortal terror drowns out the sound of the champagne bottle smashing.
Hearing the screams coming from outside the chamber Sec Spec Maisie rushes to the hatch and thumbs it open, only to be confronted with her own death. A choked whimper makes for unimpressive last words...
FIN