Some things should not be. The alien’s jaw within a jaw slowly cantilevers out of its eyeless face. You cannot turn away even though it means your death. You wanted to be the heroine, but that role was taken. Instead, you play the hysteric, the one everyone longs to slap. When you die people will breathe a sigh of relief. It’s not fair as you also look good in panties. You give it your all until your final scream. Then you pack up your things and go home. Someone has to sign on to failure.