Day 2 of the Hungering
Checked on the fly nursery today. No adults yet.
“They’re pupating,” I told the spider children, “Any day now.”
“We hunger,” hissed the spiderling between the veil of its legs, one glittering eye glaring out at me. “We will be fed. Any taut sac of fluid-filled flesh will do as well as another.”
I bowed and retreated. More flies for the horde will spawn soon. I hope.