It has been two months since the end of the world has stopped. The last one decimated, its eggs destroyed, nothing left but a blood smear on the ground. They were nightmares reincarnated into flesh, their only purpose to kill. The only way to survive was to hide, and let the others try fighting them to die. But they somehow managed to end it all. The nightmares gone, my work gone.
The United States had secretly tried to use the nightmare to research and make their own. To try and make a predator for the alpha predator, and it was a difficult task. But I poured my life into this, losing everything I had.
The first month of them being discovered I was assigned to research them, repurpose them. I studied for years, always trying to understand how they came to be. Were they in a frozen iceberg, that unfroze because of the climate? No, they were found too far inland. They could have come from Middle Earth, but that was fiction. I only learned one thing from them, that their bodies were only made for one thing and that was to kill.
They were perfect for it. No weather was too severe for them, no climate was too diverse for them, and nothing stood in their way. They could repopulate faster than they died, and if you kill them before they laid their eggs, they would still hatch.
The thing that no one knows though is that I have the last egg. And since I was let go of my job, and papers saying I was dead so no one came for me, I knew what I had to do. I had nothing left to live for so I knew what I had to do. I went to one of the few buildings left intact that I called home, a shaggy apartment building. As I walked up the stairs and unlocked the door I pulled out the egg, setting it on the countertop.
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The egg membrane was clear, with no shell on the outside. You could clearly see the nightmare inside just sitting there waiting for its release. It looked so defenseless, even though you could see the claws and teeth it had. I was like God, I could end the nightmares, and the world could regrow and leave this all behind, or I could sacrifice myself and start the nightmare again.
It was a funny thing really, I could kill the couple billion people left alive and Earth would be empty of anything alive if there are any animals left over. It would be very satisfying to have everyone who ever doubted me, the people who fired me, die. I decided to turn on the news to see if anything was interesting, which was a mistake. Turns out they decided to announce my death on the news as some "accident" in the lab. Well, that made me pissed.
I walked back to the kitchen leaning on the countertop, staring at the egg. The nightmare inside beckoning me closer, it almost looked non-threatening the more I stared at it. As I got closer I picked it up and held it up to my eyes, truly admiring the details, almost as if it was art. As I fully decided what I was going to do I lifted it to my mouth. My guts getting butterflies, my fingers shaking, I put it to my lips and put it in my mouth, and swallowed.
I felt nothing for the first few minutes but then I felt pain like nothing I felt before. I clenched all my muscles and staggered to the counter, trying not to fall. It was as if there was a shredder slowly going through my stomach, which there might as well be. I felt something going down my stomach it was small and wiggly, and that's when an appendage cut through my stomach and in the air. That's when I blacked out, and never woke up.