Xenomorph

“Drip, drip...”

It sounded like water dripping steadily from a hose, tapping against a stainless-steel panel.

Mu Chen woke to a clammy, icy touch on his cheek...

The roof was leaking.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Mu Chen’s drowsiness vanished completely. He sat up in bed and snapped on his flashlight.

His roommate, Javier—the country boy with braces—was woken by the dazzling light. “What’s wrong?”

Mu Chen aimed his flashlight at the ceiling. A patch in the corner had turned a deeper graphite gray, like liquid spreading across it. “The roof is leaking.”

“Could it be an old pipe? This warehouse hasn’t been maintained in ages...” Javier muttered.

“Warehouse B is above us.” Mu Chen furrowed his brow. That place was supposed to be completely dry...