This miniseries of suspenseful espionage will chronicle what is occurring in your body. Join us in this thrilling story, bizarrely based on you.Â
Torrential rain filled the evening airways with repetitive thud. One would be forgiven for missing the slender shadow figures prancing within the darkness.Â
Something was amiss.
Dendra was finishing her housekeeping tasks when she saw them: the silhouettes dancing in the dark. She was not off work yet, but her agility and flexible nature made her an advantageously efficient cleaner. Work will wait. The shadows, however, will not.Â
Dendrita Phagia slipped away into the storm's maw, hotly in pursuit. The slippery, tubular passages were no hindrance to her firm stride.
Agile as an octopus, Dendra identified the likely rendezvous point and hid behind an abandoned window sill. There, she waited.
Watching with precision of a hawk, one shadowy figure arrived; and then the next. This newcomer was far shorter and stubbier than the first, only moving quickly with enough rain.Â
This was all very unusual to Dendrita. Usually, intruders are submerged in opsin trackers, which made her particularly hungry. These shadows were barren, naked, and sleek.
Then, it happened. The small figure entered the larger shadow, which began to ripple and convulse like jam.
BANG! The centripetal explosion threw Dendrita back a foot, almost into visibility. Â
A globulin smashed into the desk aside her head, exploding a vase, a relic of a past world.
Dendrita's eyes darted back to the rendezvous point. Her stomach sank. There were nearly 300Â shadows vortexing about. In a split second, all were gone, homogenized with the darkness of night.
A snap startled Dendrita, who about-faced to source her fear. Strangely, the pot shards seemed to injure the shrieking fiend of black goo. Even stranger, the goo appeared to be a series of barbed wire moving at such a speed that it gave off a phantasmic appearance. It was merely a shard of true evil, flailing like a decapitated viper.
Dendrita touched it. Instantly, she was filled with knowledge of the approaching calamity. A long forgotten evil now at her touch.
I must present this to the others. They will remember. We have been infiltrated .Â
The war has begun.
To Be Continued...
