It was 3 o’clock, and we had to hide from the bats.
They come in their hundreds, great leathery wings blotting out the sun.
They took Annie last week. Plucked her right off the street.
I always knew you couldn’t trust genetic modification. I said sure, now it’s just being used to improve crops, but what if some madman created something dangerous?
Like, say, homicidal bat-people.
The scientists didn’t understand why anyone would do that, but I showed them. I made my point.
Maybe a little too well, because now the monster that was Annie is scratching at my door.
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