"For the lucky soul who discovers this recording i give you what i am quite certain will be my last memoirs. If you're wondering why i am whispering it is because i dont want to disturb my host and have her feast on my mind. Also my helmets visual receptor was destroyed so you'll only have this audio recording to go on.
A brief introduction then. I am private Vilhelmsson, medical officer with company investigation. Nice to meet you. Or speak to you. Probably from the grave. My team are all dead, though that is standard i suppose with a mission such as this. I am currently encrusted in what appears to be an alien secretion. Incredibly adhesive and resilient, i can safely say i wont get out of here without aid.
I am in a chamber surrounded by hundreds of eggs. These eggs are leathery, black and scaly. The chamber itself is rather macabre and reminiscent of a skeleton, no a ribcage of sorts ... a black twisty ribcage. Yes, a black twisty ribcage.
The air is rather stuffy, and dense. I can almost eat it. There's a smell i cant really describe, like .. if fruit was mixed with burnt synth fuel. Anyway my surroundings are boring after a while. The real fascinating part of this is her. A queen, sitting there on her throne. No, there isn't a throne really, she's sort of extending biomass, or chitinous ebony sinews that fasten her to the wall. And her womb is pumping out these eggs.
By the way, if you're wondering why i'm not shitting my pants and screaming for help, well, i was. It's just that i've been here several days now and the strangest thing has happened between us. Me and her. Her children leave me alone and just bring new additions for her eggs to feast on. One hatched last night and a fired out a strange creature that attached itself to George's face. It looks like a pair of hands that have been stitched together with a tail.
I have to go, i need to stay quiet at this time of the day, i'll explain more later.