"Woah, Check it out... This thing is so freaky. It's almost as if it's... alive."
A German man with the number zero painted on his forehead stared at the glowing pustules with wide eyes. His hand reached up and slowly moved forwards to touch the strange object, but just before his grubby fingers made contact with the slimy, transparent and flesh-like surface of the pustule, another hand clamped around his wrist.
He whipped his head to the side, finding himself face to face with the irritated and withering gaze of Astra. Her fingers tightened around his wrist, almost like she was trying to break his hand so he didn't try touching again.
"Are you serious?" She said in the most disgusted and disappointed tone Corvus had ever heard, "Genuinely. Are you serious? Have you never seen... Oh I don't know, pick a horror movie. Do you really want to be that idiot in Alien who gets face hugged?"
"No..."
