I've been working for twelve years to get to this point. I've been through three colleges and the life savings of my two hard working parents. My boss said he never saw anything like it. Seven FBI vans pulling up to a lab, and five men entering the building. They didn't give us any reasoning, or any background, they only gave us a suitcase and an objective. Or job was to dissect each and every butterfly that lined the case, and to give a full report on what we found. Everyone had their suspicions, thinking of science fiction and scary movies, but nobody expected this. Johnson was the first to go. Once he gave the subject 20 volts, it sprung to life. The thing caught all of us off guard, frightened us, even, but it was just a butterfly, right? It even landed on Johnson's finger, he always had a way with animals, that man. Two day's till retirement, poor bastard. Night after the thing went active, the cops found Johnson in his bedroom, what was left of him anyway. Also found his wife, curled up in the closet, muttering about giant worms, scratching her skin, covered in blood. We didn't find out till next morning, but by then it was already too late. They had all gone active. As my colleague and I dove out of the lab, barricading the doors, we heard a soft thud on the inside, then another, and another. Or friends were dropping dead, and as we both caught sight of the can of Raid on the other side of the room, we realized what the situation was... kill or be killed.
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