Murder Drones: Perfect Organism | Aliens Vs. Murder Drones

Chapter 26

The dim corridors of Cabin Fever Labs stretched out before V, Davis, Tessa, and Fischer, casting long shadows that seemed to dance and writhe with every step they took. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon them, the lingering scent of decay and the unsettling echoes of distant growls and hisses serving as a chilling reminder of the lurking dangers that awaited them in the depths of the labyrinthine labs.

Fischer's confusion was evident as she navigated the labyrinthine corridors, her memories of the colony clashing with the grim reality unfolding before her. "This doesn't make any sense," she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief and unease. "I saw a room covered in resin back at the bunker, and now this... It's like they've moved."

Davis, his expression stern and unwavering, dismissed Fischer's concerns with a wave of his hand, his confidence unwavering as he offered a chilling explanation. "Xenomorphs are smart," he declared, his voice cold and calculating. "They know when to move on, especially when there's more prey to be found."

Tessa's gaze narrowed, her curiosity piqued by Davis's words as she pressed for more information, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and determination. "Just how smart is this Xenomorph Queen?" she questioned, her eyes locked onto Davis's.

Davis paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered Tessa's question, his voice dripping with a mixture of respect and caution as he shared a chilling tale of survival and cunning. "I've seen people enter chambers filled with Xenomorphs, wall to wall," he began, his voice filled with awe and reverence. "They walked out unharmed... all because they had an egg in their hands with a flamethrower pointed at it."

Tessa's eyes widened, her mind racing as she processed Davis's words, a glimmer of hope igniting within her as she considered the possibility of bargaining with the Queen. "So, you're saying she's intelligent enough to be bargained with?" she mused, her voice filled with newfound determination and resolve.

The group's collective disbelief was palpable, their shared skepticism and concern evident as they exchanged uneasy glances, their voices filled with incredulity and disbelief. "That's fucking stupid," Fischer declared, her voice laced with frustration and disbelief. "We're not gonna have any part in something like that!"

Despite the group's collective skepticism and concern, they found themselves powerless to stop Tessa as she took a bold and dangerous step, her gun trained on V's core, the chilling threat hanging heavily in the air as Davis pleaded with Fischer to intervene, his voice filled with desperation and concern. "Do something, Fischer!"

"I can't!" Fischer yelled back. "Not if it puts the hostage in danger, idiot."

"Fuck the hostage! She's nothing but a talking microwave anyway!"

Fischer, torn between her loyalty to Davis and her growing unease, hesitated, her eyes locked onto V's, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness as she grappled with the weight of her decision.

V, undeterred by Tessa's threat and Davis's pleas, stood defiantly before them, her voice filled with courage and resilience as she stood her ground, her very attitude a powerful reminder of her strength and determination. "You keep talking shit like that, and this 'talking microwave' is gonna bite your achilles tendon open," she declared, her voice echoing with conviction and resolve.

As Tessa ultimately chose to spare V, although she kept her gun trained on her, the tension and unease lingered, the chilling reality of their situation settling over them as they continued their journey deeper into the heart of the labs. "Get moving."

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The eerie silence of the nest was shattered by the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the eggs, their otherworldly glow casting a haunting light across the chamber as V, Davis, Tessa, and Fischer cautiously entered, their footsteps echoing ominously against the cavernous walls. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, the Queen's imposing presence felt even in her absence as the group ventured deeper into her lair.