Chapter 7
The Queen had already given the signal for the others to birth as she coiled gently within her amniotic sack. The pounding of the heart she rested against was beginning to annoy her but she had to wait. As she listened to the vibrations outside of her womb she got herself ready for the moment all was quiet. While they tended to the expired hosts she would breach then, which would give ample time for her followers to grow enough so they could protect her and feed her.
Mr Jorden couldn't sleep, after visiting hours he had tried but the scene he had witnessed still turned his stomach. As he looked around the room he wondered weather those creatures were still inside the room with him. But the Doctors had assured him the small duct they had escaped from had been taped up and a team was already looking for the creatures.
Laying back he reached over for his book which rested on the bed side table. As he did he felt a sudden tightness his his chest, coughing slightly he leaned back and re positioned himself.
The queens tail had broken through the sack and her tail now reached around brushing against the mans expanding lungs. Trying to stretch out she wriggled her tail in a waving action to push herself forwards, that dome head butting against the inside of the hosts ribcage.
Reaching for his chest again feeling that palpitation he lent forward, as he tried to take a deep breath he found he couldn't take a full breath and coughed again.
Finally she found an anchor for that tail which was the back of the mans rib cage and against his spine, and like the face-hugger that laid her in here she used that tail to propel herself once again against the ribcage. The bone gave slightly as she backed up again, this time she gave a sharper headbutt, and the space she was in began to fill with fluid.
Suddenly he couldn't breath and another sharp wave of pain raked his chest. Laying back on the bed he opened his mouth struggling to breath, trying to shout out the words help.
Making a dent she finally began to quickly nibble with those teeth at the bone, like wood it shredded away easily as she snipped and tore at the tissue weakening the bone she would ultimately escape from.
Tearing at his chest his fingernails began to tear into his own flesh. his eyes rolling as his brain was starved of oxygen. His body began to fit, as he tried to grasp onto anything he could. Pain taking over logic he pushed himself off the bed and onto the floor in a last attempt to get help.
Once the bone was weakened enough she gave one last lunge at the now weakened diaphragm and the world opened up. Her host laid still on the ground under her as she surveyed her surroundings. Opening that mouth she stretched her inner mouth in a yawn tasting the air before she jerked to the scent of her own kind and scuttled across the floor towards the vent.