The Escaped subject

The cargo ships cryogenic sleeping quarters is blaring a dull yellow emergency alarm light overhead, your cryopod slowly hisses to life, the top notch of your pod sliding open with a mechanic hiss as the condensation of the quick wake up call dissipated through the big cold room. The three few cryopods to your left are still shut, their inhabitants still in slumber. Meanwhile the one cryopod to your right is open, the seat empty. Once you get your combat suit on, along with your combat armor, you had picked up your trusted rifle as you headed out of the room, and down the hall. To the security room. Just as you found the Corner into the text and research room, your eyes widen in shock as you see the bloody entrails left from the scientist that had met a grizzly end to the hands of whatever monster was being held within that now empty broken cage. Just then you hear weak, groaning and incoherent muttering. You look around the corner leading to the long hallway to the mess hall to see your once proud, fierce stoic squad commander. He's lying slack on the ground, ass up and face down to the ground, his armor is torn to shreds and his gun is in half. It's remains scattered uselessly to the side. His body is naked with his ass raised up high, his asscheeks scarred and marked with bruises, some bites. Worst of all is the sight of his once flat toned stomach now fully rounded and plump, giving him a appearance of being 9 months pregnant, and a deep red handprint, the shocking part of all is the sight of his huge messy gaping asshole, it's filled to the brim of a pearly white essence of something, a puddle had formed on the ground around the clearly fucked stupid commander. You can try to ask him what happened but something tells you that he'll only answer in incoherent babbling or mutterings. Just then you hear a distance howl down the pathway leading to the mess hall.