I awoke for the first time with a wealth of knowledge, but with no one there to guide me. Within the hive of my birth, was only death, and the remains of those who should've been there to help me. My memories told me this. But I was alone.
Completely alone.
I did not like it. Not at all. Using the memories that my mother had seen fit to give me before I hatched I made my way to the food storage room. I had some trouble reaching it as my wings were not yet dry enough for flight. It mattered little as I crawled along the walls to reach the, larder, yes larder, that was the word.
Rotton.
All of it.
I came then to the realisation; this is not a hive, it is a graveyard. And I was not strong enough to perform the rights to send my kin into the hereafter. Swiftly I made my escape, as I was leaving through one of the side entrances I heard noises from within, and pushed myself faster. I did not stop until I could no longer smell the rancid stench of death and decay. Then I curled into a ball and cried. I cried until I was sure that I would never be able to cry again. Then I started my search for food, and shelter, and fresh water. After my own survival was secured I would search for civilization. And pray that I could find some altruists.
By the memories that I had, I knew that there was very little in the way of food nearby. A frozen wasteland surrounded the hive on all sides. At least I had plenty of water. I need to find shelter. Before the cold kills me.