BC 2

For a few weeks we got a bit of a break. Except for the occasional attack in the outskirts it looked as though we were finally winning the war. Their numbers seemed to be dwindling. Deaths were no longer a daily occurence.

People could once again wear skirts and short sleeves to work. No more inhalling of chemicals. No more having their blood (our blood technically) on our hands. No more flinching every time something flew by.

Then came the campaign to clean up. The carpets were in need of a wash. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We had taken out the enemy and it was time to rebuild.

As we moved away the boxes we discovered where the enemy had lay dormant. Before we knew it they came at all sides. The weeks of inactivity had made us soft. Our enemies had been regroup and were attacking once again as hungry as ever.

Once again we find ourselves armed with bug repellant, long sleeves and paranoia. I don't know how much longer I can take this. Their corpses lay strewn on walls, computer monitors, wrapped up in tissues. We'll look back someday and ask ourselves how we could've let this happen.

I miss the days of not being eaten alive by bugs.