The hunger.
After every kill, Sophie could feel the terrible bloodlust coursing through her veins and filling her mind with thoughts of death and destruction.
She was a beast.
A monster.
A killer.
Sophie's scarlet eyes darkened as she scuttled up the staircase like a possessed demon.
The faint scent of blood was driving her mad.
There were fresh meals waiting to be consumed.
The occasional pale-skinned alien that crossed her path was instantly torn apart into chunky pieces of flesh.
Sophie's thin thread of reason had long snapped and now there was only a vague urging sensation to reach the upper deck.
Even her mental connection with the clones had been thrown to the back of her mind as Sophie focused only on the hunt.
Step by step she moved closer and closer to the reinforced metallic barrier that separated the command deck from the other floors.
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
