“The moment he saw what the chest contained, he wished he had never opened it… but it was too late now.”

His booties stuck to the viscous mess on the floor. The air was noxious with all of the typical odors you might expect in such a situation. But what was before him was anything but typical. A greenish-gray mass lay steaming and hot under the glare of the sterile light and it wriggled. Nothing was red. Nothing. Red, gore, that would have been expected in a situation such as this. And shouldn’t have been wriggling.

Frank’s gorge rose up. He tucked it back down with a stern will. His hand shook, just a bit. He thought to himself, “Why the hell did I sign up for Exploratory Alien Anatomy Lab 101?”