As Brandi made her way through the dark abandoned corridors of the ship, she knew something was off. She had been separated from her team for almost three days, and have not been able to reach them on radio. Unsure of their fate, she pressed on. The ships bridge was their objective, hopefully she'll find them there, waiting.

Brandi was a member of an elite and off duty strike group on their way back to Earth when the alert sounded. It is still unclear what type of creature or creatures had attacked their vessel, but they were vicious. Large pools of blood and pieces of torn clothing is all that remained of the crew. No bodies have yet to be found. Like the horror Sci-fi movies of the past, they were being hunted. With her weapons stowed and locked away in the cargo bay, she headed toward the bridge. Each step she took was as silent as a church mouse. She needed to move as stealthy as possible as not to alert the creatures of her location She searches the gruesome blood soaked puddles for any dropped service weapons.

Almost to her objective, her heart starts racing. A feeling of relief falls over her tense muscular body as she approaches the safety of the bridge. A feeling she suddenly realizes was premature. How could something so large move so quietly? If it wasn't for the smell of its breath, she would have never known it was right behind her. Brandi took a deep breath, stopped walking, sighed and spoke her last two words, "Well Shit!"