Oswald sat in a chair, in the corner of a large lab. He was examining glass slides under a microscope, finally getting a closer look at the brains of the infected.
“I don’t see any parasitoids, or really anything on these brain samples.” He reached over, putting his hand on a jar containing a severed head as he pondered. “Hey did you hear me?,” He called to his coworker, Conner Bennett, who was currently rummaging through a refrigerated box full of bacteria cultures.
“Umm, No.” The man replied. “I mean, yes I heard you. But no, I didn’t expect you to.find anything”
“You mean because I’m not using a more powerful microscope?” Oswald asked in confusion.
“No I mean that I didn’t think you’d ...view middle of the document...
“Everything is all clumped together in the center,” Oswald observed closely examining the infected. “Even the veins don’t seem to extend far enough. What could have caused this in a human body?”
“The answer to that question is, nothing. Because this isn't a human body. It’s a case of convergent evolution. In other words they aren’t human at all. They are a completely different species that evolved the exact same traits by chance. Like how bats, birds, and bugs all independently evolved the ability to fly. Anyway that’s why they don’t talk. Because animals don’t. They are just animals that independently evolved some of the same traits that humans did. They independently became bipedal and shed their fur. Everything else was natural selection. The ones who looked the most like us, could coexist along side humans, Pretending to be one of us, at least until the time is right, and they start killing. I mean haven't you ever wondered where serial killers come from, Waldo? It doesn’t make sense that humans are wired to go around murdering each other. What would be the evolutionary advantage for that?”
Oswald couldn’t believe what he was hearing. And yet it made perfect sense. “have you submitted a paper on it? people need to hear this. It could be important” Excitement ran through his voice, and he turned around to run and get some paper. But he was stopped in his tracks when he saw Ellis. She floated in a tank, dead but not. Her face was transparent but it still carried the expression of self doubt and fear. Her long blonde braids hanging over her shoulders were the only thing that was still colored like Ellis. “I don’t think that your theory is going to hold water", he said in a quiet, and...