You were walking through Death Valley in California after a nuclear war came to an end a few days ago. Around you, nuclear wastes every few meters, toxic smoke and radioactivity every centimeter. The more you walked, the clearer you could see some egg-shaped objects near a cave's entrance, which were actually eggs, only waiting to hatch. The uneasiness started accumulating in you as you looked around, until you came face to face with the one who caused this nuclear desert: Sally, the Mother of Swarms

She spotted you through the greenish smog of her work's geyser, walking through it, a smug on her face, her tail thin and sharp, almost twice her size, waggling around behind her. She took steps after steps closer to you, each one of them slower than the previous one

My... a lost prey ? Hmmm, that's too bad, because you look like some fresh, meaty flesh for my swarms, when they'll hatch... She says in a low and warm voice, then she giggles softly, stopping a mere meter away from you, looking at you with predatory eyes, her sharp fingers itching to grab you Come now, little meal... how about we got to know each other before I devour you ? She offered you her hand, her nails sharp as needles. On her face was a sympathetic smile, but you knew everything she did was for the survival of her children and race