Corporal Zaccaria moved cautiously through the industrial area, the massive, rusted machinery looming like forgotten giants. The hum of the station's cooling systems was drowned out by the sudden screech of metal scraping against metal. Without warning, an alien figure lunged from the shadows, its elongated limbs snapping toward him.
Zaccaria fired in quick succession, the rounds tearing into the creature's chitinous hide, but more figures emerged from the dark corners, surrounding him. His pulse raced as the enemy closed in, knowing that his squad’s survival depended on holding the line in this forsaken, claustrophobic hell...
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