An Infestation
The pitch-black night was lit up by a fireball streaking through the heavens.
Doors crashed open, and flashlights swept across the open fields.
Night clothes and bare feet were forgotten as the ground shook from a monumental impact in the distance. Dozens of people dashed into the hills to find the impact site.
It was a crush as elbows and knees shoved for the best vantage point. The glowing, pulsating mass in the bottom of the crater did not disappoint the captivated onlookers.
“Oh, it’s glowing!”
“That’s no space rock!”
The crowd seemed to crouch simultaneously and hold their breath as the glowing object began to pulsate faster and faster.
The mass began to wriggle back and forth. A bright light flashed, and a sickening, wet cracking filled the night.
The fiery anticipation quickly turned to dread.
Hundreds of hideous eight-legged, black creatures spilled from the glowing, now oozing, egg. Their mandibles and pincers clacked rhythmically in the now silent night.
The crowd was frozen, afraid, and unbelieving in what they were seeing.
A piercing scream broke the spell and chaos broke out!
Everyone was running and screaming; climbing over friends, loved ones, and neighbors, just to ensure the safety of their own skin.
Still, these efforts were in vain, because these space bugs were fixated on the warm of humanity in front of them.
The night was filled with screams of horror and pain as the bugs fell on their marks.
It was a feast for the millennia.
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