Radioactive butterflies, trapped in an underground cave for centuries, are accidentally unleashed into the world infecting everyone who is touched. Only an unimaginable minority of the population have the immunity against the infection.
Parker Ivy...
"In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength." - Isaiah 30:15
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Wren Oakland: Geologist Preface
I felt the damp, cool rock under the prints of my fingers as I ran them up and down the smooth surface. I took a swift breath in, then out as I slowly loosen the rope by my hip. The torch connected to my helmet swayed with my head as I glanced around the cavern, the sound of dripping water whistling in my ear. We were about one mile down, the only thing holding us were ropes and carabiners. I peered down, the dark abyss suffocating my mind with curiously and nausea. "You okay Wren?" I glanced up to see Knox's mocking smirk, his ashy hair dripping with sweat. I rolled my eyes and began to descend further down the cavern. The air was thick, sweat skidding down my temples as it stuck to my hair and clothes. I ultimately regretted wearing such covering clothing, even if it granted me safety. All week Knox, the team and I have been exploring untouched caves around Mexico, examining how the different rock types effect the form of each cave. "Hey, check it out," Knox held tight onto his harness as he aimed his head torch towards a pin size hole in the wall. "Wow Knox, absolutely unbelievable," I mocked as I swayed to his side, gripping into the rocks. "Not the hole; look how soft this rock is," I watched his face light up with interest as he careful patted his gloved hand against the rock. He removed it, showing me the small grey flakes clinging to his glove. "Hey that's pretty cool," I mumbled as I began to examine the substance myself. "I have no idea what this is- we better take a samp-" I almost lost my grip on the wall of the soft rock began to fall like sand. I watched as it drifted down into the darkness of the abyss. "Woah," I gasped, grasping my hand to my chest, staring at the last falling grains. "Uh, Wren," Knox murmured as he slowly pushed his glasses further up his bridge. I felt my as if my whole weight collapsed into my toes as I stared into the small opening where the sand used to be. I slowly turned up the brightness of my helmet as my mouth gaped in awe. Hundreds- no, millions of small champagne-coloured butterflies danced with in the touch of the light, their almost transparent wings glistening. "Incredible," I heard Knox mumble to himself, amazed. I slowly reached out my hand, my fingers trembling with excitement. I felt my face stretch into a smile as a small butterfly perched its legs upon my thumb, my eyes gleaming with amazement. "Ow!" I squealed as I began vigorously flapping around arm. "What happened?" "It bit me!" I could hear the echos of my cracking voice ricochet off the walls. "That little thing bit you? Ha!" I could barely hear Knox's voice, the world around me came in tastes of colour and sound. I grasped onto the wall of the cave, cradling it as my head started to pound against my scalp. Every breath felt like a stabbing in my lungs as I started to feel nauseous. "Wren! Wren!" An unidentifiable voice, distorted through my ear drums as my eyes scurried to the back of my head.
