I'd give anything to be anywhere but this goddamn nightmare of a space station! Isaac Clarke muttered under his breath, his heart racing as he scanned the dark, blood splattered corridors for any sign of the grotesque necromorphs that lurked around every corner. The stench of decay and fear hung heavy in the air, making his skin crawl as he moved cautiously, his plasma cutter at the ready. Every step he took felt like a step closer to his own demise, the constant whispers of the dead...