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Jonas stood beside the Hatch, quietly watching Isabella, who had already crumbled. A wave of heart-wrenching sorrow surged within him. He had never seen her so fragile; the once strong and decisive scientist now resembled a lost child, helplessly venting her frustration at a door that refused to open. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her breath unsteady, as if the madness from moments ago had drained her of the last remnants of strength.
He took a deep breath and approached her, crouching down beside her. After a few seconds of hesitation, he slowly spoke, "Isabella, we can't go on like this. You know it, we both know it. The situation here has gone beyond our control."
Isabella's gaze was hollow, her eyes fixed on the Hatch as if it concealed all her answers. But Jonas could see that her rationality was slowly fading under the torment of fear and pressure.
"Perhaps we still have time to retreat," Jonas said gently, his tone persuasive. "If we go back and you receive professional treatment, there might still be hope. Maybe everything hasn't reached an irretrievable point yet."
Isabella's lips quivered slightly as if she had heard Jonas's words, but she still did not look up at him. Her heart was in turmoil at that moment, reason and fear intertwining; dark whispers continued to echo in her mind, carrying an overwhelming allure that made it hard for her to resist. Yet Jonas's words were like a faint glimmer of light, attempting to pull her back from the abyss.
"You don't look well," Jonas lowered his voice further, trying to soften his tone. "I know how much you want answers and to complete this project. But… if you lose yourself in the process, what meaning do those answers hold?"
Finally, Isabella lifted her head, her eyes weary yet filled with stubbornness and defiance. Her throat was dry, and her voice was barely audible as she said, "You don't understand, Jonas. I don't have time left… I can't just give up. This is my family's future; it's the meaning of my existence..."
"I understand how much you want to see this through," Jonas continued while looking into her eyes. "But you can't destroy yourself for it. This place… this dark power is beyond our control. You need to be more aware; don’t let it control you."
A flicker of pain crossed Isabella's eyes as she clenched her fists, battling against the fears and voices within herself. "Let me go, Jonas… If you're scared, you can leave, but I can't."
Jonas shook his head gently. "This isn't cowardice, Isabella. It's self-preservation. I can't watch you walk toward the abyss like this." His tone was firm, carrying one last plea.
Isabella fell silent for a few seconds before tremblingly saying, "I won't stop… even if it's the abyss; I need to see its end." Her determination cut through Jonas's heart like a sharp blade, leaving him feeling helpless and pained.
At that moment, the control panel beside the Hatch suddenly flickered and emitted a crisp beep that shattered the tense silence between them. As the sound rang out, the Hatch began to emit a low rumbling noise as if centuries-old machinery had finally been reactivated.
Isabella suddenly woke up, her previously weak body instantly infused with a surge of energy. She stumbled to her feet, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation that she could hardly conceal. "Oh my god... it's moving!" Her voice trembled slightly from overwhelming emotion, even carrying a hint of manic laughter.
However, Jonas's reaction was entirely different. His instinct kicked in, propelling him into a state of alertness. He quickly drew his gun from his waist, aiming it towards the direction of the Hatch, his gaze fixed on the slowly opening crack of the door. "Isabella, be careful!" he warned in a low voice, his tone imbued with steely calmness. He had no idea what lay behind the Hatch, but in this dark and unknown environment, anything could pose a deadly threat.
The sound of the Hatch's operation grew louder, accompanied by the creaking of mechanical friction as the gap widened little by little, revealing the space within. The darkness inside seemed to swallow everything like an abyss, seeping out through the slightly ajar door and causing Jonas to grip his gun tighter.
"What do you think is inside?" Jonas's voice was low and filled with caution.
Isabella did not respond; her breath quickened as her eyes fixated on the pitch-black interior of the cabin. She leaned forward as if all her rationality had been drawn in by the unknown secrets within the Hatch. She could think of nothing else; her mind was consumed by one thought: to find answers and unravel the mystery of the Super Cell.
Watching Isabella gradually lose control filled Jonas with concern, but he knew that forcibly stopping her now would only lead to greater chaos. The Hatch was nearly fully open, revealing an unfathomable darkness inside that obscured everything, yet an invisible pressure spread through the air, making him uneasy.
"We're going in," Isabella said softly, her gaze never leaving the Hatch, her voice laced with determination and resolve.
Jonas took a deep breath, relaxing his grip on the gun slightly while remaining vigilant. He understood that whatever was hidden within this ship, they were already standing at the threshold of truth and could not turn back.
As they stepped into the Cabin, a foul odor immediately assaulted them; the air was thick with a stench of decay and dampness, reminiscent of a grave that had not been disturbed for centuries. Isabella frowned tightly, covering her mouth and nose in an attempt to suppress her nausea, while Jonas instinctively tightened his grip on his gun, scanning their surroundings warily. The dim light inside flickered weakly from remnants of blue sources, illuminating the damaged walls and equipment eroded by time. Once symbols of advanced technology now lay covered in layers of moss and black slime, evoking an indescribable sense of evil.
"This place looks like it has seen death many times," Jonas murmured under his breath as he cautiously surveyed ahead. Although traces of alien technology filled the cabin, everything felt particularly oppressive and eerie at that moment, as if this spaceship had long since become a symbol of death.
They moved forward slowly; their footsteps echoed heavily in the stillness of the cabin. Suddenly, when Isabella's flashlight illuminated the ground, she gasped sharply. "Oh my god... look at that..."
Jonas quickly turned to see a chilling sight before him. Lying on the floor was an alien corpse; its grayish-white skin had severely decayed, limbs stiff and twisted as if it had endured immense suffering before dying. However, what was most terrifying was that its body seemed to still be alive.
Inside the alien's body, countless Black Worms crawled beneath the skin, as if writhing in decaying flesh. They spread and squirmed within the corpse, seemingly controlling the lifeless form. Each time a Worm slithered by, the alien's rotting skin twitched as if being forcibly pulled, emitting faint sounds that blurred the line between death and life.
"My God... what are these things?" Jonas whispered in disbelief, his gun aimed directly at the writhing corpse, filled with an indescribable fear. This scene surpassed all his combat experiences, leaving him feeling alien and out of control.
Isabella's eyes were fixed on the corpse; despite her overwhelming fear, the voice in her head grew increasingly excited, mocking her hesitation. "This is their secret..." the voice whispered. She tightened her grip on her equipment, forcing herself to remain calm as she moved closer, trying to see more clearly.
"This isn't death..." she murmured, a hint of madness in her voice, "These Worms... they are controlling..."
Jonas's finger tightened on the trigger as his gaze darted between Isabella and the corpse on the ground. "We need to get out of here... right now," he said softly but firmly, urgency filling his heart.
But Isabella seemed not to hear him; the voice in her mind grew louder, nearly consuming her. She was immersed in the sight before her, those writhing life forms appearing to be the closest truth she had ever encountered. "No, we have to continue... there are answers here that we seek..." she replied softly, her tone laced with undeniable determination.
The air inside the chamber grew heavier, as if those Black Worms were not only writhing within the corpse but had begun to silently spread around them, eroding both the air and their will.
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