Trapped, no feasible way off this soon-to-be spaceship, and this far between colonies, there's no one to hear me scream. Together we thought we could contain it, examine it, but every single one of us was wrong. Now I'm the only one left; still hearing it skulking the corridors of the ship, yet all I could do was hide as it hunted down my crewmates one by one.
It all started when we found it: an ancient tomb, floating through the infinite void of space. With the wings of Icarus, we brought it aboard and into the hands of the Science Officer, all too eager to open Pandora's box. The sickly smooth stone matched no known mineral, only strange markings and runes scarred it's exterior. Warnings, ones that caught us too late.
With the fuel of fresh stimuli, it sprung to life as soon as the seals were undone, alien and all too ancient flesh moving for the first time in eons. Tentacles whipped and slashed in a monster rage, all attended crew were sliced to ribbons almost instantly, their blood painting the walls as well as the writhing nightmare we had reanimated.
The engineering technician didn't make it halfway to the Armory, I hadn't seen the Ship's Master since he made a mad dash for Communications, and the fact the ship hasn't self-destructed had to mean the Warrant Officer didn't get far. But the time to think is over, it was only a matter of time before it appeared behind you to finish its bloody task, and I must send this thing back to the void where it belongs or die like the rest.