‘There’s someone out there,’ said the soldier, sitting down stiff and pale in the busy habitat tent.
‘You mean some thing?’ her friend replied, busy shovelling rations into his mouth. ‘There’s only animals on this planet.’
‘No, I mean a person,’ the woman snapped. Haunted. Watching the pitch black night beyond the plastic windows. ‘Some species we’ve never seen before. Maybe alien. She’s hunting us.’