Hearing a weird noise, you look up. It’s just raining, but what are these droplets ? One mosquito. Two mosquitoes. Then four, then eight, then sixteen, on the ground. It rains like this for an hour. Your house and your garden are covered in 2 inches of dead mosquitoes. You decide to go outside, and it’s not just your house : grey clouds full of dead mosquitoes extend as far as the eye can see. The landscape around you is the same color.
It has been a day. It’s still raining. Internet and the electricity won’t work. I guess you’ll have to accept your fate.
It has been a month. At last, it stopped raining. Dead mosquitoes are everywhere. In your food, in the air, everywhere you look, you see this gray matter. You hope that sleep will save you, but you dream only about them. Your house was crushed by the enormous weight of these quadrillions of mosquitoes, you’re now swimming through the great dead mosquito ocean. Congratulations ! All mosquitoes are dead.
But at what cost ? All these lost lives, these lost moments, this is the past now. Your life is hell, and you’re beginning to miss alive mosquitoes.
You wake up. You feel something on your arm.