He looked up at the warehouse wall for a long time, taking it in. Eventually, he rested the shotgun on his shoulder, We might just make it though this.
She laughed, nervously, a release of bottled-up tension. “Jesus.”
"But, what could have done it?"
"Maybe something we pass around they weren't immune to. Remember 'War Of The Worlds? I think that was the common cold. Lord knows they ate enough people to be exposed."
"This isn't fucking science fiction, Marjorie."
She gestured to the giant insect embedded into the wall. "Looks pretty much like fucking science fiction to me, Brett."