Gerald looked at the mouse trap in his hand and then back that the 5ft tall demon rat. He was going to need a bigger trap… and a vacation.

For such small insects, the mutant ants were fast. Gerald will have to remember to thin their numbers down before stepping on a queen again.

The bloodless, dried up corpses gave Gerald the creeps. Reminded him of jerky. Nosferatants were worse than mutant ants any day of the week.