Backwoods Virginia

Spiraling far off course, the meteorite slams into the ground, leaving a fairly deep crater deep inside a forested area. After waiting several hours, you feel the approaching footsteps of a bipedal animal, most likely a human! When they stop outside your meteor, you activate the release mechanism, and the rocky mass cracks open with a dramatic hiss. You get a glance at your first potential host while the smoke hides your form, and you see that it is a human female, with light colored hair. Her mouth is open in a round shape, obviously entranced by the extraterrestrial meteor, and you make your move to take your host.

Shooting your tendrils forward into that orifice, the human reacts to the sting of the barbs as they sink into her flesh, and she rears back in fear and pain. Pulled with her, you retract your tendrils rapidly, your lighter insectine body pulled towards her still open lips, and you slide your bulk into her mouth. Using your appendages, you push yourself deeper into her mouth, and with a crunch, begin to burrow upwards to your target, her brain. At the same time, your target trips on a branch, falling backwards and striking her head. Knocked ****, she no longer puts up any resistance as you finish the process of taking your host - that is to say, burrowing to her brain, and shooting tendrils into it to take control of it.

As the shaking and quivering inherent to taking a host subsides, you can feel the presence of your host's mind inside the space you now own: she was Allison McMillian, aged 18, recently graduated from high school. A resident of Lynchburg, the memories from this host were rapidly incorporated into your growing sentience, rapidly assimilating knowledge of humanity, cultural norms, and the planet that were far more detailed that the basic overview you were given. She was a cheerleader in high school, and while intelligent, her will simply wasn't enough to resist yours, with your consciousness devouring and incorporating hers as you take precedence in your newly acquired body. With somewhat stiff movements, unused to controlling a bipedal mammal, you climb to your feet, brushing off your new body. In the coming hours, your proteins and DNA modifying enzymes will go to work on making yourself into a prime Brood Scout, as you will have to be covert with your changes for the time being. In the meantime, it's time to go home; your host's parents will be worried if Allison's hike takes too long, and the process of infesting her took quite a bit of time.

Now referring to yourself as Allison, which for all practical purposes you are, you begin to jog back down to the parking lot where your host left the car that is now yours. You'll need sustenance to feed your bodily enhancements, and to gestate your first Brood Bugs, and with your newly enhanced nervous system working, you can feel your nipples harden as your mind thinks of all the ways you can infest and enslave these humans.