Los Alamos, New Mexico, 1945:
The snake didn't much like the heat, and he couldn't be blamed. It was over a hundred degrees. Just to cool off a little, he slithered under a rock nearby, not knowing that doing so would save his life.
Only moments later, one of the nuclear tests began.
A globe of sheer energy and sound radiated from the origin. A few seconds and the sound blasted the snake's ears.
But something else wasn't right.
A black cylinder sprang out of the ground, and landed not meters from our poor snake.
It carved a crater in the ground, leaving the rock that our snake had chosen to hide under totter before sliding into the crater.
The rock hit the top of the cylinder.
The cylinder slid apart, opened, and revealed the prison of the most horrible terror unleashed on this earth once more.
Natla was reborn.
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