You run through the thick underbrush, vines and branches smacking against your skin

It hurts but the thought of what’s behind catching up is far, far worse. You were sent here to take test samples and head back

Now you’re being chased by some unknown alien, and it’s gaining on you

Behind you can hear a roar, turning your head you stumble over a root and crash down to the ground

You scramble to your knees it’s right there