Parasites

Parasites--the nastiest things ever. Long stringy worms, small white pin worms, spaghetti strings and such. I hate them. I seriously do. And I seriously loathe it that just about everyone has them.

I had a dream, and as usual, it was as if I had done some mushrooms before going to sleep. I found myself camping out in the woods with my family when I got a strange call on my phone. It was the federal parasitic research team and apparently I was one of the biohazard leaders. It seemed as though a brain worm had gotten out into the fish population. We packed up our things and left for home.

Home was like my own home, except there was a steel room with research filled file cabinets and safes for cures. And the room that led to the laboratory was hidden in the middle of the living room. It led down to a dark places with tons of fish and specimen we had already caught. We had been observing them for some time. I had found a cure for the worm but they were spreading so fast. Breeding amount fish went from normal to booming, just like guppies on steroids. My husband's fish, named HaHa, had bred well over 136 fish one day, 297 the next. I had put in a computer service that monitored the breeding numbers. Each fish that bred made more, making more of this "zombie parasite." Now you know why this worm was particularly scary.

The worm would infect the host and turn it into a zombie, spreading and breeding more bodies to infect. Once we destroyed the worms in the fish, I would pack away the dead worm specimen in jars like all doctors would do for research and crap. But here's where it gets weird.

A worm had jumped from its regular host into a spider unknowingly and drove the spider to haul ass away from me. I had to make the call, the one we had been fearing; that the worm was switching hosts. Soon, I locked the laboratory down and left all infected down in the well guarded rooms.

That night, I woke up, making sure everything was locked and closed. Sure enough, the front door, and research room, we're unlocked and slightly pried. The living room light was on as well.

"Someone's in the house!"

I grabbed my husband's gun as he went to grab his rifle, but I beat him to the culprits. I found a 7 year old boy, looking pale and sick, hiding in the corner beside the front door. I grabbed his arm and said, "You'll be contaminated, get outside and get in your car." His eyes seemed to get big, but a simple nod and he bolted out the door.

I turned upon the research room, where 3 adults were snooping for information and had been sent as terrorists to find the worms. A well dressed black man came out with a gun, said "oh shit!" and tried to attack. But before he could bring his gun up, I had shot him between the eyes. A woman, caucasian and dressed in spy wear, came at me full force. She shot me several times, but I had to shoot the bitch at least 30 times before she fell. It was as if she had already contracted the worm and was forgetting pain; a zombie of sorts.

The last man was Italian, darkly tanned. He came out, hands up. "Who are you?" My response was small, "I'm the biohazard leader on this project."

And then he left in a hurry. They had not found the laboratory, thank god. But I believed thoroughly the worms had made it to the public already.

And then...

I woke up.