Escape From The Giant Insect Lab -

“They’ve learned to love it.”

But then you see the queen’s chamber—what used to be the break room. The vending machine is now a throbbing, translucent mound of eggs. The queen ant, the size of a St. Bernard, watches you with a thousand compound eyes. And on the wall behind her: the security keycard. The one that opens the final blast door to the exit. You have the keycard. You have the route. You do not have the queen’s permission.

The notebook ends there. The next page is torn out, and stuck to the back cover is a single, translucent insect wing—large enough to cover a dinner plate.

Fresh air. Rain. The smell of real earth, not nutrient gel and pheromones.