I awoke. I still remember it all... the raging explosions... the needless deaths... the merciless humans. Fires were burning around me, scorching my body. I could only see the blackened remains of my once large and beautiful den, now scattered around the land.
Weakly, I got up, and the rubble slid off my body. As I looked around the remnants of my home, so many questions were running through my mind.
Was I the last of my kind?
Are there any survivors?
Am I doomed to be alone for the rest of my miserable life?
I looked down, and to my horror, realized I was standing on the lifeless, broken body of mother.
I got off her limp corpse, surprised, unable to believe she was gone forever.
No I thought, as I felt a part of me die inside.
No...
She had the rest of the members of our hive in her arms- even the young chestburster was shown no mercy from death.
I raised my head and screeched for help, but I knew my calls would go unheard, as they would only attract humans at best.
I stopped, and lowered my head, nudging mother as sadness consumed my soul.
She lay there, motionless.
She was gone.
Forever.
All is lost. My species had no hope for survival, as not only was the den and all its eggs destroyed, but the last queen had met her demise.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach.
I was the last of my kind.
Or was I...?