Shitstorm V: Shitsurrection - DEAD SPACE 3

"Despite the suit's mask frame covering my face, I could still feel the cold edge of the wind cutting into my skin...chilling me to my core. My vital readouts indicated my body temperature was nominal...but this was a different type of cold, that type of frigid dread that encased my body twice before...but this felt way worse. Still though, I pressed on through the storm getting closer to the facility. Visibility was bad; just a white blur surrounding the heat signature of my destination about a half klick away. Just then, the snow burst up all around me like a geyser and 3 ravaged bodies sprung back to life, their intestines splayed out and whipping around them like tails. I readied the plasma cutter and shot off three quick bursts, slicing two of the necomorphs at the knees...or what was left of their knees, and they fell back into the snow helpless and crying like a pathetic newborn thing that shouldn't exist. The 3rd necro managed to avoid my last blast and was slinking low into the snow, it's visceral red musculature bright red from freezer burn and it's limbs crackling and creaking as they tried to move it's body along. I aimed and pulled the trigger again, and that same icy dread shot through my nervous system as the cutter fizzled and it's readylight flickered red, indicating it was malfunctioning from the cold. I swore and then quickly looked back up to get a flash of gnarled teeth as the necro jumped ontop of me and slammed me onto the frozen valley floor. My visor fogged up as the thing's screeching mouth let loose a blast of air and I started to feel one of it's tendrils cutting into my suit. I was fucked...and it was then that I realized a really should have invested in some microtransactions before coming to this planet..."