Dawn of the Mutants

The first gray light of dawn was just touching the eastern sky. The library's windows

exploded outward. Not from impact. From pressure. From bodies. A writhing mass

of roaches and rats came boiling out of a broken ground-floor window, tumbling over each

other in their desperate flight from something within. They rolled across the decorative bushes,

spilled onto the sidewalk, and kept coming in a chitinous, furry flood.

Holy shit, Hold positions! Let them fight each other! We're not getting

involved unless they come at us! More roaches erupted from the loading dock on the

west side, their brown bodies glistening in the growing light. Rats poured from