Barren wasteland for miles on end
As far as the eye can see
Storms on the Horizon

We'll never make it out alive.

Bursting out- outside of all of us.

Infection. Spreading. Mutating.

This ship is contaminated.

Initiate the self destruct.
I'll fight this to the end
I'll take this to the grave.


A war is coming. Prepare.
A war is coming. Let's make this count.


In space. No one can hear you scream.


No one was meant for this
Interstellar massacre.


Macabre shapes feasting on their flesh.
Dead soldiers, dead families.


Lives lost, power gained
What do you have to show for it?


This colony is lost to the creatures.
Infection. Spreading. Mutating.