text: [Themes: modern]
  
  Broken windows allowing the drizzle to come in, 2 beaten up adults and a headless child in the center of the place. A collection of stuffed toys and elementary books scattered everywhere along with plashes of gore. Down in the arms of the woman is a tiny head with no eyeballs remained in his sockets, the neck was twisted off his body, revealing a violent method of decapitation. All of them has been sucked droughtly, embracing each others with their limbs separated from the bodies.
  
  "Dear...god!" You blurt out, looking the room throughly. "The windows is broken to pieces...Took one family down and flied off without a scratch, these fucking things."
  
  Never engage those mosquitoes with bare hands, they love blood and anything that release CO2, including high toxic...and one can become extremely aggressive and daunting when in the range of their preys.
  
  'Their son was the first one to go...poor kid.' Looking at the kid's head with digust, your lament for the family. It was too brutal. 'They went through here and tore everything apart like it was nothing...This view leads to the center of the main road. They appeared in this town?'
  
  Then out in the corner of your eyes, you see a shadow across the street inside the house in front of you by the windows' glass. Look like someone got off this time. Well, since this windows is broken, you wonder if they are still inside. To put it simply, you won't be enjoying yourself in this place if you don't do something.
  
  > call them
  "Hey!! Anyone in here? Answer me!"
  
  ...No answers. They must be ignoring you, unless they are deaf. With a distance this short, you doubt that they wouldn't be able to hear it. Good lord...You have to drag yourself outside again?
  
  > get to the other house
  Crazy or not, you don't care! You just want to have someone to talk to right now, damn it!
  
  "Locked...figured. Open the door!!!..." You knock as hard as you could and still there is no sign of them being inside to help you. It must have been your imagination. You heave out a tired sigh, running back into your place before the mosquitoes could get to you. "Shit! Gotta block that windows somehow."
  
  You went back to the 2nd floor and started to fill that space with hard and thick blankets from the other rooms before flip the bunk bed over and block it, adding a bookshelf for good measure.
  
  You don't know why you didn't do this sooner. It's just your forgetful mind or...is it company that you are longing in this dire situation? In the time of danger, loneliness has had such a deep impact on you.
  
  *Knock* *knock* *knock*
  
  "Help me please!!!" Someone is performing fury attack on the poor front door while yelling like they were being stabbed. "Help! Help! Whoa wow whoa!!!" Then process to raise up his arms at you pointing your gun at him.
  
  "Shut up and keep that stance." You order him with a stern tone, forcing him to do so without any comeback. A good fellow is what you need to get through this nightmare. "Get in!" You open the door for him to rush inside and then slam it close so fast that he trip over to the floor and give it a bloody tooth...Yeah, he seems harmless enough.
  
  "Stay still on the ground, will you? And hands on your head, now!"
  
  "Thanks...Thanks man, I own you one." He utters a painful snort and thanks you despite the situation he is in. "Holy shit, nearly lost my life out there...Oww fucking hell! I'll do it, don't hit me!" And with gun on his head, you begin to search him and his bag for any dangerous tool...and find nothing aside from bug repellants. You'd kill him if he was some kind of punk who tried to shoot you back there.
  
  Mathew Meslia, an out-of-luck ranger who happened to stumble into Weeve town and got his life spared by the mosquitoes thanks to some poor souls before running away as well.
  
  > Talking time
  "So are you from here, James?" He asks, addressing to the skinny guy who isn't on a wanted list, James Kendley.
  
  "Just happened to be stuck like you, same case. Got this pistol from one corpse out there." You respond. "How the hell did you manage to stay alive until now?"
  
  "Uhh...Staying in the background and this too." He pulls out a spraying can. Upon looking, you can see it is a bug repellant. "First thing to pick up in the store. Sorry man, I must be reek of the smell."
  
  "Take that raincoat off then I might smell it. Relax..."
  
  "Oh..."
  
  > ask about the mosquito activities
  "I actually don't know too much about this except the fact that they love CO2 and a type of acid contained in our sweat. But it's for certain that those creatures still have some traits of their origin left. God knows who did this to them...One thing for sure though, they're most active at dawn and dusk so I would be leaving in the early morning if I were you."
  
  Well, now it's your turn to inform him about what has happened in here.
  
  "My...god! That's horrible!" His drink has gone cold in his hand since hearing you fill him in about the incident on the 2nd floor. "Never thought about mosquitoes that way but...holy fuck that is just so messed up!!"
  
  "Want to take a look?"
  
  "...No thanks, I'm not crazy." He put the can of juice down, not bothering to drink anymore. "So what is your take on this? What are we going to do now?"
  
  > seek a way to fight back
  "No way man!" He nearly snaps at your idea. "I'm not going out there again!"
  
  "Yeah...I kind of going crazy there for moment." You calmly take a breather. "It's a bad idea to go out in this rain...Damn, I wish we could at least do something. Aside from the mosquitoes, we still got some crazy fuck to watch out for. And in the morning, they'd blast us to hell."
  
  "...You don't suppose. We can't run?" He freaks out at the sight of you pulling out a gun after getting hopeless for a second. "Whoa there!!! What are you doing?"
  
  "No need to pretend that we never have a chance anymore, mate." You say. "Washing the dread away is pretty much what we have been doing until now, is it not? You got your sprayers and I got this baby."
  
  "But..." He stops at that word. "Never mind. So, any suggestion?"
  
  > stay here until the morning comes
  "Mathew, you've been giggling like a school girl for nearly an hour now. What of it?" You ask. To sit on the couch and hear this guy rustling to himself in front of your face while knowing nothing outside is not really a good idea, it's making you feel bad and making you just want to go out and give them a piece of your mind.
  
  "Eh...Well. I guess it's no harm telling you." He shrugs, shaking his phone lightly. "My girlfriend sent me a bunch of mails last night and I haven't yet to read all of them. It's bad enough that I got into this mess and now I'm making her worry. Goddamn it! Those fucking insects must have been playing with the line." Poor guy, getting a tantrum fit over a list of love mails. Kind of similar but not nearly as hardcore as you. Oh! How much you wish for the sun to come up quickly, you cannot deal with this. Although in this rain you doubt it would happen, damn thing hasn't stopped since shit hit the fan.
  
  Let's take a moment to recap before you lose your cool. First thing first is the corpses' appearance in the parking lot. Secondly, the shootout. Third is the dead family. And finally, you got this lover boy here whose communication is cut away from his sweetheart.
  
  "Hey, Mathew!" You call, getting his eyes towards you. "Since we'll be stucking here for a while. Why not discuss this over? There are so many weird things happened here and I think it'd be better if we could somehow make sense of this."
  
  He stares at you for a moment as if you were talking nonsense but immediately understand your idea and quickly follow along. "Hmm, you have a point. Although I'm not sure if I would be much help to you."
  
  "Let's hear your story again, shall we?"
  
  > let's find an answer!
  "I was driving from Prostye to Prime CK to visit my professor when the night came and I decided to book a bed in the inn near here. At around midnight, people suddenly started going nuts and I woke up seeing a giant mosquito flying by the windows. Nearly lost my shit there but...damn."
  
  "So in other words, they caught you by surprise and it's the sprayer that has kept them away?"
  
  "Pretty much it. After that thing broke into the inn, I had to run for my life, not only from them but those crazy son of a bitch out there shooting left and right too! Has this place gone crazy???"
  
  "...I think I have the answer to those question." You say, tilting your head to the side. "Unlike you, I slept in my car last night."
  
  "Huh?"
  
  "I'm in a hurry to meet a friend and I wanted to get going as soon as possible. Besides, it's quite comfortable I tell you."
  
  "Oh okay. Where are you going?"
  
  "Sun 3."
  
  "That's like an entire day driving. It must have sucked for you."
  
  "Never mind that. In the middle of my sleep, a gun fight broke out near the parking lot and I had to bail. Have you ever heard of the gang Rock on the road before?"
  
  "No."
  
  "Let's just say they're the trouble makers around here and I had a hunch that they had this town surrounded so I decided not to stick my neck out to them. After a while, they got near into the parking lot so I had to crawl under my car." You lie with a straight face. As long as he gets the idea, you could be careless. "And that when I saw it, a corpse lying under a cheap Chevy Aveo."
  
  "A corpse under someone's car?"
  
  "Yeah, beaten up pretty badly too." You decide to leave out the wrapping part as you don't want him to question your insanity. "And combining to what I have found, I got myself an idea of what is happening here."
  
  "Really?" Mathew becomes a lot less tense when he hears that. He quickly jumps to the question without asking about how you managed to survive that gun fight. "So you know why there are corpses there?"
  
  > Someone was used as an experiment
  "The bodies in the parking lot and in this house have one thing in common, being beaten up to death before becoming mosquitoes' livestocks."
  
  "...Yeah"
  
  "This house didn't appear to be locked when I got here, quite strange for a couple who was going to bed. Chance of someone breaking in is there and there are 3 bodies for them to hide." You start to explain it to him. "I'm not sure about mutated mosquitoes being able to carry someone but there would be a huge risk of someone seeing the flight so it's unlikely for them if they don't want to be found out. Since seeing that they can beat people up to a pulp with legs and wings, they might be the culprits who commited the murders and it was left to some sick fuck human beings to do the cleaning."
  
  "...So someone is behind this?"
  
  "No one would ever go through this much trouble if they wanted to kill a person by themselves. It might have been an experiment."
  
  > Onto the next subject
  "But...why there though? I mean, they could have picked a more secured place instead of a full on sight one like that."
  
  "...Nice thinking. But the fact that they decided to leave the bodies out of plain sight by hiding it under the vehicles still remains."
  
  > It's near the dropoff
  "Pretty self-explanatory. With a simple truck, it would be a piece of cake to dispose them to somewhere else...Although I didn't remember anything like that back there. So far I have seen 2 victims, there might be more at the scene. I wonder how they were gonna explain about the disappearance of the resident." You say.
  
  "Yeah. Somehow I can think of something like that happening right under everyone's nose."
  
  > continue to the next
  "The family..." Trying to get over the gory thought, he mumbles loud enough for you to hear. "Do you have any idea why they were killed?"
  
  > They were near the parking lot?
  'Choosing the nearest targets. Is this the first time they began to use this killing method?' You recall back to the broken windows. 'No, that can't be it. The family's death must have happened after the mass release. They would never break the glasses in a 2nd floor in the middle of the night from outside unless they wanted to show off their favorite bloodsucking pet...Shit!' You curse in your mind as you realise your mistake. 'That contradicts the theory of this house being trespassed. I'm missing something here. What can it be?'
  
  > go back to the scene
  "Ehh! Where are you going?"
  
  "Checking the crime scene one more time to be sure." You plainly say, it's no use getting him to come with you. "Watch the front door. I'll be right back."
  
  "...O-kay?"
  
  > check the boy's room
  Few, very few glasses shards found inside the room. The windows was forced opened from the inside, not the other way around. Your brows grows wider as you look at the corpse of the father.
  
  "Taking it out with bare hands. Now I know why." This must have been what has hit the alarm and blew the secret skyhigh. They underestimated the strength of a human and now they live to pay the price.
  
  It's possible that these were killed because of their locations. The view outside looking from the windows is now unrelated to the main subject. The mosquito for some unknown reason managed to get inside the house with no disruption to the environment, suggesting that their owners pretty much had tamed them and had full control over their action.
  
  > Some questions answered
  This town has been picked as a testing place for a new man killer created by someone who is also responsible for clearing any evidence remained due to an error. And there is a group of them outside to search for survivors due to the gunshot you sometimes caught on.
  
  The mosquitoes are most dangerous in the time between dawn and dusk so going outside unequipped now equals suicide. This type got a new special method is to detect man-made vehicles. It's entirely possible for human to manipulate them to their will. Scared of regular mosquito repellant...and something else. When in range of preys, it's hard to imagine what they are capable of.
  
  All communicating connection has been interfered, no hope of getting help from anyone.
  
  ...There are still many things you don't know but it is pretty clear that the threat you're facing isn't going to fade away by itself. You have to do something about it.
  
  > tell Mathew about what you have gathered
  "This...sucks major ball." One comment from your only companion doesn't seem to have much spirit in it, he is desolating himself in thoughts. "To think someone is behind all of those deaths, playing with us like toys. It's driving me fucking nuts!"
  
  After getting your thought sorted out, you stand idly staring at the front door with mixed feelings. It's time to make a plan to overcome this fear and get out of here alive.
  
  > calm him down
  You and Mathew spend your sweet time sitting by the couch, checking each others' signs of movement. Now you have taken a good chunk of time looking at him, you feel that the hunch which has been rising in your mind is true.
  
  "Mathew."
  
  "Yeah, what is it?"
  
  "Are you a girl?" With the bluntest way possible, you speak your mind. "Excuse me if I'm wrong."
  
  "..." He looks at you like, dumbstrucked, then opens his mouth to curve up a light smirk. "You're the first one to see that."
  
  That statement makes you feel somewhat confused. Sure she looks exactly like a teenager boy but it's not like it's difficult to tell her apart from a group of men.
  
  "Hell yeah dude! You were right all along, took long enough to figure that out."
  
  "...Then why did you tell me that you were looking at your girlfriend's mails earlier?" You ask. "Or is it just something that I'm missing?"
  
  "One of my friends." She looks away from you to the side, saying. "She is my roomate at my dorm...Man, I talk with her like there was no tomorrow. Poor girl nearly fell asleep. "
  
  "So...girlfriend?"
  
  "Dude, you don't get out much, do you?" She cracks up at your clueless face. "We don't have anything resembling that in the slightest. It's just a normal way to call my friends, kay?"
  
  "...I see."
  
  "You know? I have always been told that I lack every woman quality and I kinda see that is right. Since entering nursing school, I'm the hot stuff of the girls there so many people mistook me for a guy."
  
  "Nursing school? I thought you were a ranger?"
  
  "Still in school learning the rope...I kind of lie about being a full on ranger...cuz I thought you might do...might do something."
  
  "What and why would I do that?"
  
  "I-it's just...I have a feeling, okay? You pushed me onto the floor and threatened to kill me, I don't know what is it anymore!"
  
  "...Then why are you telling me about it now?"
  
  "Hmm...Uhh.." She looks flushed when your eyes are tracing over her. "You seem like an okay guy and...it's not like I can hide anything from you anymore."
  
  "Why are you looking at me like that?" She curls up at your sight, uttering a cute sound. "Oh right! How did you know I'm a girl?"
  
  > By looking at her
  "Really?" She asks in disbelief. "What did you see?"
  
  "Your hip is a free giveaway. And your unusual high pitched tone." You answer her with little effort. "You tend to look higher up and I see no recognizable sights of a laryngeal lump so you were either a under developing boy or a girl. You seem to avoid eye contact or strike a conversation with me as a normal man, you act like someone you aren't so I have been keeping watch on you. Eventually everything points to you to be a girl. I just want to make sure."
  
  "Wow, James!" She gasps in awe, although she doesn't seem to like the fact that she has been being stared at. "Is it that difficult?"
  
  "Not really. I had my doubt when I first saw you. You have like the most girly face around here, all I have seen is a bunch of..."
  
  "Huh?"
  
  You suddenly remember about the Pokekids and their bear. Damn it! People deaths you can bear but children? You feel anger boiling up inside you. Is it the rage of humanity that you're experiencing?
  
  "James?"
  
  "...I'm okay."
  
  > continue the talking
  To have someone to talk to, especially a cute girl now that you have acknowledged it. The talk seems like taking forever but you feel somewhat heartwarming and excited about her personality. Look at you! Laura would murder your grin right now, what a man you are!
  
  Well, it has been a bad day for you. And the noises of breaking applied to the poor front door are here to make it worse.
  
  "Hide somewhere upstair!" You shout, seeing no point to hide from those monstrous insects. "I'll hold them off!"
  
  "How could I do something like that!!" She yells at your face, tugging your coat with a handknife in her hand. "I can use a knife! Let me at em!" Where does this bravery come from? She seems like a totally different person right now.
  
  The door bursts opened and a wave of shotgun shells flies directly towards you two. Her blood and saliva bedews your face as you and she falls to the hard surface.
  
  You sit quietly right besides Mathew, killing everything that butts in with your moment by your remaining functioning arm. When the last bullet pins into whatever creature's brain, it is also the time you leave this world...alone.