You have made an embarrassing choice. It is always an embarrassing choice when you are not doing it in a toilet. You trust the chemicals flowing in your body and start urinating on the slime.

Funny part about this is that aliens would not know what you are doing even if they see you. You won't feel embarrassed. You keep urinating with great enthusiasm. This might be gross but you have to do it for keeping yourself alive.

There is nothing like gross or clean in survival situations.

And the situation is improving pretty well. Slime has started to become thin. The glue like slim has thinned by a big margin. You are immune to sticky threats if you keep drinking plenty of water.

Maybe you are the first man ever to use the chemicals in your body in real life situation. You swear you will tell this to your fellow cops if you make it alive from here. You don’t hope to be promoted because of your tale. Still you are sure you would make sergeant laugh.

You keep doing your business till you empty. Not a single drop will come out now. The job is done though. There are a lot of patches of harmless slime waiting to be stepped on.

You step on those patches, pushing yourself to the door.

You see the locked door ahead of you. You fire at it but your bullets go in vain. Near the door there is a device which requires fingerprints. You don’t need to guess hard to know whose fingerprints the device might require.

The harmless looking alien you had killed.

You see two hands laying in both sides of the passage. You can't tell which one is left or right. However you know one of them is the correct hand. There are three fingers each on the alien's hand so you know things are easy for you.

You go towards the hands. You are confused on which one to choose. Choose quickly. Aliens aren’t far behind.