"San Cristobal Medical Facility recommends Seegson Medical Insurance." The automated voice said over the intercom as the elevator came to a stop. "Relief for when you're far from home."

Still on the floor in a sort of fetal position when the doors opened, Ripley's hands were shaking when she tried crawling into the doorway in order to see if that creature had somehow managed to beat her there. This would make no sense, since the elevator had taken her down about ten levels, but after what she had seen it do to Axel, and now Kuhlman, she wasn't about to take any chances.

However, nothing jumped out at her, and the elevator seemed to have taken her to the right place, being that this room was filled with boxes and supply crates of various shapes and sizes. This meant that there was likely to be a trauma kit or something, and she had to be close to the exit, since the elevator had brought her all the way down to the lowest floor of the facility. This made her remember that no matter how scared she was of that creature, Taylor was still injured, so Ripley forced herself to crawl out of the elevator.

The doors closed behind her as she used the wall to help her stand up, and after several seconds of nothing happening, she finally started to relax a little. Maybe the creature hadn't counted on the vents giving it a direct route to where she had escaped to, and even if it did find the way down, the thing would likely have to spend hours finding its way, and by then Ripley would be long gone. The long gone part was the most appealing thought at the moment, and in order to expedite that process, she moved over to the supply crates and started opening them.

There were IV bags, a defibrillator, a bunch of tools that she couldn't identify... and then there it was; inside one of the larger crates was an emergency trauma kit that looked brand new, meaning that it would have everything that was needed to save Taylor. However, she was just putting the carry strap over her shoulder, when she froze as she heard something from behind her. It was not the sound of something creeping up from behind as she turned around... but the sound of the elevator starting to move.

As she stared at the indicator that showed it going upward, Ripley was kind of confused as to where it was going. Then a good thought came to her, since maybe it meant that there were other people on the other floors, but this hope was dashed when it kept going until it stopped on the top floor. But that made no sense, being that Kuhlman was the only other person alive on that floor, and he wasn't about to use the elevator any time soon, and surely the creature didn't know how to operate...

"Oh, fuck!" Ripley exclaimed as it started down again. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!"

Her mind was unable to comprehend how a beast like that could possibly be able to operate machinery such as elevators, but that didn't stop her from scrambling toward the nearest exit. Of course, it didn't slide open when she approached, due to the fact that the red light meant that it had been locked down, so with shaky hands, she took the access tuner off her belt and tried to lock onto the door's frequency as they elevator continued on its way back down. A door like this one would have only had the most basic security, but with the tension and fear that she was feeling, one would have thought she was trying to break into a bank vault.

The elevator was slow, so it was only about half way back down when the door unlocked, but in order to keep evading the creature, she needed every second that she could get. Putting the access tuner back on her belt and stepping through into the next corridor, Ripley hit the emergency override button on the wall next to it that would seal the door again once it was closed. It worked; the door's indicator light turning red once it was closed, and she sighed with relief as she turned around... only to get a really close look at the grip of a pistol just before it collided with her head.

For a moment her vision went white, taking a moment for her to realize that she had fallen onto her back when it cleared again. The trauma kit and maintenance jack had fallen onto the floor as well, and she was about to reach for the kit, when a set of powerful hands grabbed her by the front of the jacket. These hands belonged to an angry looking man who started yelling at her the moment he pulled her to her feet, but she had been so disoriented by the blow that she could understand little beyond him calling her a thief, as well as demanding to know how many others were with her.

The dizziness didn't seem to be wearing off, nor did it help when he let go with one hand in order to slap her in the mouth, but the sudden turning of her head to the side allowed Ripley to see that there were several others with him. Just like with Burke's group, they were all nervous looking, and each one was armed, but the one holding her was content to just use his hands. He struck her again, and again, continually yelling and demanding answers, but each of his hits just made her less responsive, until he finally pushed her back down to the floor and kicked her in the stomach hard enough to make her gasp.

"God damn thieves!" He yelled as she curled up into a ball. "Lock her up until she talks... and make sure she's real comfortable."

Some of the dizziness was starting to wear off now, allowing Ripley to be aware of everything, yet unable to stop the others from picking her up and slamming her down onto a nearby gurney. There they began strapping her down just as they would an unruly patient, and not only was this bad because these people were obviously just as crazy as Burke's people had been, but also because that locked door was probably not going to hold the creature back for long.

"No... it's coming!" She yelled as more of the dizziness wore off. "It's after me... we have to go!"

"Oh, you wanna go, do you?" The man continued as his people finished strapping her down. "Well, then go... go, go, go!"

The others disengaged the gurney's breaks, and Ripley gasped as they started literally running her down the hall as fast as they could. It was a straight shot down the corridor where even more armed survivors stood there watching as they went by, and then she screamed when they let go just before the open door to a small room. The gurney continued on, passing through the door and slamming into the far wall so hard that it tipped over onto its side, and the observing people laughed and cheered before one of them hit the emergency override button that closed the door and locked her in.

One of the straps that held her wrists had been ripped off during the crash, and this was the first time that she had ever been thankful that a corporation had gone with the lowest bidder to provide its supplies, as she slid her arm out. With one hand free, it didn't take long to get out of the rest of the straps, and as she got to her feet, Ripley realized that they hadn't taken the access tuner from her, meaning that she would be able to get out. Of course, that wouldn't do her much good, being alone and unarmed as she was, and on top of getting away from this latest band of lunatics, she needed to go back for the trauma kit.

"Okay, Amanda, think." She said to herself as she looked around. "There's gotta be something that... oh, my God."

It was obvious that this was some kind of observation room, being that there was all kinds of medical and monitoring equipment, but there was also a patient lying on the table. And not just any patient, but a dead one; a woman with a massive hole in her chest, and Ripley's first thought was that she had been shot or impaled by something... but the exposed bones were bent outward... and there was no wound on her back. Suddenly the reality of what she was seeing, as well as its smell, caught up to her, resulting in her stumbling over to the side of the room and vomiting onto a surgical tray.

There wasn't much that came up, since she hadn't eaten in a while, and now she was in an even bigger hurry to get out of that room, so she continued her search for some kind of weapon, when she came across a file folder that was labeled:

FOSTER, CATHERINE (PATIENT ZERO)

Unable to resist at least a quick peak, Ripley opened the folder and was faced with several test results where the word UNKNOWN was used in almost every result, along with a series of X-Rays that showed some kind of foreign object implanted inside of her chest. But why was everything labeled as unknown, and why did they feel the need to call her a Patient Zero? Now, she was no doctor, but Ripley knew that this was only a term used to describe the origins of an outbreak, or something that no one had ever seen before.

The limited records went on to say that she was listed as a crewmember on a ship called the Anesidora, and that her body had been identified by the Captain of that vessel, an H. Marlow, but there was nothing else useful. Okay, she needed to stop screwing around with this Patient Zero, and get back to current task, which was getting the hell out of this place, preferably without getting anymore beat up than she already was. However, there was nothing useful in the room, so it was starting to look like she would just have to listen for them to leave and then make a break for it, when she jumped a little as a scream rang out.

"What the fuck is that?!" A terrified voice yelled.

There was further screaming, but it was soon drowned out by gunfire, as well as a shriek that could have only come from the creature. Ripley's mouth ran dry as she realized that it was really still after her, but then there was a glimmer of hope. The screams, gunshots, and shrieks seemed to be getting farther away, and as completely messed up as it was to take advantage of people getting butchered... she decided to make a break for it.

Apparently there had been a lot of people in this group, because the screaming and shooting was still happening by the time she unlocked the door with the access tuner, and as she left the room, she hoped that those people could keep the creature distracted long enough for her to both grab the trauma kit, and then escape.