‘Kill Everything That Moves’ Part 11

THE DNA CONSPIRACY
The revelation hung in the air like a guillotine:

Humanity had been sabotaged from within.

Around the dimly lit table, our faces were etched with the same horrified realization—our very DNA carried a kill switch planted by forces beyond comprehension. Professor Danny’s words still echoed:

“This isn’t an invasion. It’s a harvest.”

Avva clutched Eva tighter. Ocean’s knuckles whitened around his shock rod. Even Randy—our battle-hardened Rocky—sat stunned, his usual bravado replaced by a hollow stare.

“How long?” I whispered. “How long have we been… programmed?”

Danny’s hologram zoomed in on the corrupted gene sequence—a spiraling strand of code that didn’t belong. “Best estimate? This marker was inserted between 12,000 and 15,000 years ago. Around the time of humanity’s first civilizations.”

A collective shudder. We weren’t just fighting aliens.

We were fighting our own creation.

THE RECKONING
John slammed his fist on the table. “Enough history. We need solutions.”

The hologram shifted, showing the pulsing ship above New York. “We’ve identified a weak point—their central node emits a frequency that triggers our… degradation. If we can disrupt it—”

“With what?” Randy growled. “Our tech’s fried. Even these shock rods are jury-rigged.”

Then—Eva spoke for the first time in days.

“The song.”

All eyes turned to the child. Her finger traced an invisible pattern in the air. “The bad things sing it. In the walls.”

Danny’s breath hitched. She pulled up a new screen—a sonar map of Newlife’s lower levels.

Pulsing in perfect sync with the ship.

“Oh my God,” Ocean breathed. “They’re already inside.”

THE STORM APPROACHES
That night, as others slept, I found Randy staring at a cracked family photo.

“You never told me you had kids,” I said softly.

He wiped his eyes. “Had. Chicago got hit first.”

The weight of his loss pressed between us. Then—

Scratching.

From the vents.

We raised our shock rods as the sound grew—not random, but rhythmic. A grotesque imitation of…

“Is that… breathing?” Randy whispered.

Then the lights died.

Somewhere in the dark, something that was no longer a cat began to laugh.

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