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Still
cradling
the
flamethrower
,
she
walked
slowly
around
the
room
until
the
source
of
the
noise
lay
directly
below
her
.
She
found
she
was
standing
on
a
companionway
cover
,
a
round
metal
disc
.
Keeping
half
her
attention
on
the
well
-
lit
chamber
surrounding
her
,
she
knelt
and
removed
the
disc
.
A
ladder
descended
into
the
near
darkness
.
She
felt
her
way
down
the
ladder
until
she
reached
solid
footing
.
Then
she
activated
her
lightbar
.
She
was
in
a
small
maintenance
chamber
.
The
light
picked
out
plastic
crates
,
rarely
used
tools
.
It
also
fell
on
bones
with
shreds
of
flesh
still
attached
.
Her
skin
crawled
as
the
light
moved
over
fragments
of
clothing
,
dried
blood
,
a
ruined
boot
.
Bizarre
extrusions
lined
the
walls
.
Something
moved
fitfully
in
the
darkness
.
She
spun
,
raising
the
nozzle
of
the
flamethrower
as
her
light
sought
out
the
cause
of
the
movement
.
A
huge
cocoon
hung
from
the
ceiling
,
off
to
her
right
.
It
looked
like
an
enclosed
,
translucent
hammock
,
woven
from
fine
white
silky
material
.
It
twitched
.
Her
finger
tense
on
the
trigger
of
the
flamethrower
,
she
walked
nearer
.
The
beam
from
her
lightbar
made
the
cocoon
slightly
transparent
.
There
was
a
body
inside
.
.
Dallas
.
Quite
unexpectedly
the
eyes
opened
and
focused
on
Ripley
.
Lips
parted
,
moved
to
form
words
.
She
moved
closer
,
simultaneously
fascinated
and
repelled
.
’
Kill
me
,
’
the
whisperer
pleaded
with
her
.
’
What
.
.
what
did
it
do
to
you
?
’
Dallas
tried
to
speak
again
,
failed
.
His
head
turned
a
little
to
the
right
.
Ripley
swung
her
light
,
turned
it
upward
slightly
.
A
second
cocoon
hung
there
,
different
in
texture
and
colour
from
the
first
.
It
was
smaller
and
darker
,
the
silk
having
formed
a
hard
,
shining
shell
.
It
looked
,
although
Ripley
couldn
’
t
know
it
,
like
the
broken
,
empty
urn
on
the
derelict
ship
.
