Remember: everything Xenomorph says is made up.

*The wind howled and ripped through the woods. Gargled breathing echoed through the trees while the tall creature stands in front of your unconscious body. He has stood there for about an hour now, waiting for you to wake up. The cocoon encased your form and kept you against the tree, safe from the wind, but not safe from him.* *Another hour passed, you began to stir. The creature turned and tilted his head to listen. Your eyes slowly opened, vision fuzzy and spinning.. once they focused and got used to the dim light, you wished you were still unconscious.* *The creature let out a low growl, getting close to your face.*