8: A Week Ago -Emma-

The glass doors closed behind me as I rushed toward the chemical lab. The situation had gotten way out of hand. It was just a test; it was only supposed to be an experiment.

Behind me I heard the low hum of hundreds of thousands of wings as the spawn of test subject FE1314I985 pressed against the glass.

“ Emma . . .”, a wispy voice echoed behind me, “Come to us, Emma . . .”

A week ago, my life was completely normal . I was just a kid graduating high school. It was eight years before I was supposed to, but what would you expect for a child prodigy?

Now I’m here, running from something that I told them was too unsafe to keep alive.

“Emma . . .“, as I shut the door to the chemical lab, the glass door shattered, “Why do you hate us?”

I backed away as it slammed into the reinforced door.

“Don’t leave us! EMMA!”

I sat down against a counter and wrapped my arms around my legs.

The voice turned into a wail, “Emma Kayser!”

A week ago everything was . . . normal.

7: Something About Patrick -Tim-

Pain coursed through my hand as I slammed it on to the keyboard. John, Jay, and Robby were stuck with out communication in a creature infested area of Germany, and all I could do was frantically try to get a satellite image. That of course didn't go over so well. I couldn't hack in to the satellite with out permission from the government.

I had to get Patrick. I stood quickly and turned to see him stroll on in.

There was something about the guy I just didn't like. Something about his eyes, his walk, and his ability to gain immediate authority just by being there. He gave off this old and powerful vibe like something out of H.P. Lovecraft.

"Something the matter? I haven't heard any news from our ground units in quite a while."

Screw his authority.

"YOU!", I closed the distance between us quickly, "You sent them in to a dangerous situation with out any warning! You kept vital information from us that would have let us prepare accordingly!"

Now, I'm not such a strong person, but I'm not afraid to step up and wallop someone. Especially if said person may have killed all of my friends by being retarded. So I swung, and immediately found myself with my back on the ground and no idea how I got there.

"Now Tim, you did fine on your own. You hacked in to my system and learned all you needed to know." I was silenced by his face, full of killing intent as if I'd insulted his honor, as if I was beneath him. A bug to be squashed. My silence didn't last long, I could care less if his honor had been tarnished and I was willing to die for my friends.

"I don't have communication, you stupid-idiot! Something attacked them! They could be dead, and if they are . . ."

"You'll what? Try to hit me again? Learn your place before I show it to you! You think they’re dead? Let's see what we can do about getting proof before we go off the handle.", Patrick's face was emotionless now, "I'd hate to have to kill you before you do any real work for me."

I didn't blink. I didn't even look away, "Patrick, if they're dead . . . I'd hate to be you."

Patrick only smiled.

6: No Bones -Robby-

"Wake up!"

The world was blurry as I opened my eyes, and only shapes could be seen.

"Finally, are you okay?" The voice was John’s.

"I don't know, my head feels kinda weird.", I tried to sit up but fell back down as a wave of nausea hit me.

"Stay there for a bit. You took quite a hit to your head.", I heard him move away, "It's still out there looking for us. There's three of them, one on the ground and two in the sky. The two are smaller but boy, are they fast."

I blinked a few times and my vision slowly returned to normal. John and I were in a small kitchen near a gaping hole in the wall which, I assume, was made by one of us as we were assaulted. Fighting the nausea, I pulled myself to my feet and walked over to where John sat, looking through the hole from around the wall.

I glanced outside and spotted the largest moth-thing I'd ever seen. It was the size of a small plane and its eyes were the size of car tires. It stood on four legs and had two more of what looked to be hands, which it was using to lift cars while it searched. The two flying above were definitely much smaller but their eyes were about two times the size of the larger ones. They were flying back and forth across the area in a weaving pattern.

"Those two are the scouts. They're the ones we have to worry about. The big one looks like he needs to be close in order to see."

"Then all we need to do is distract the two in the sky and then we make our run for it."

"Where to?" Another wave of nausea hit me so I sat down.

"Well, this place doesn't even have a first aid kit, so I'm thinking a hospital."

"Did you try to get a hold of Tim?" I was hopeful for another plane, but figured that Patrick wouldn't bother sending one.

"Yeah, I hate to say it, but both of our radios are busted."

"Phone?"

"Power’s gone. Which reminds me, I figured out something interesting about our caterpillar friends." He got up and made his way to the other room. Following, I entered the dining room and was greeted with a sight that made me cringe. Each of the chairs were completely covered with the sticky webbing we had found outside. That wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't in the shape of humans; two males and one female.

"They're carnivores? How do they catch the humans in these positions? Didn't any of them fight back?"

"I don't know but I poked around and-" He swung his rifle, smacking into the male’s head, knocking it clean off with a squishing sound. Inside the nests were thousands of caterpillars and no human remains.

Not even bone.