Drabble 83

Webber had seen cases like this before.
A flashlight beam cut through the darkness. She signaled to the rest of the crew to wait as the boots stomped over the rotten wood floor.
Their meal was left downstairs, covered with poisonous spray after Miss Hathaway spotted the pests in the kitchen.
A ray of light fell upon a group of cockroaches and Webber shuddered at the crunch of the boot heel against the fleeing insects.
Oh yes, she’d seen this before, maybe days ago.
“Boys, what we have here is an infestation,” she said.
“What are they?” asked Spix.
“Humans.”

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