the first attack, but her spear had found a crevasse inthe huge bug's thorax and inflicted a wound whichtemporarily caused it to retreat into a crack in the wall.It was getting larger by the minute but also had beendraining a kind of creamy bluish ichor, whichMackenzie thought to be its blood. It was, she knew, anordinary cockroach grown to ghastly proportionsbecause of ... because of... Well, she didn't exactly know.Mackenzie had lost a lot of blood on the first attack andwasn't thinking clearly. Her mind had been totallyfrazzled before dodging the press and escaping to herretreat in the first place. Her doctor had prescribed astrong tranquilizer, big pills, and after the first nightMackenzie spent in hiding, she was sure that she hadseen one of the large two inch long cockroachesmunching on some tablets spilled inadvertently fromthe open bottle. Perhaps the trank, Clonazepam, hadcaused the insect to grow. Perhaps not.Mackenzie, her arm numb with pain, knew she wasfighting now for her life. Before the roach, it had been adesperate struggle for her political life. Now it was hervery life itself. She needed medical help urgently, but toeven venture beyond the cabin and work her way downthe hillside to the dirt road, she would have to get pastthe cockroach, something the huge bug did not want herto do. With iridescent compound eyes rolling around inits huge head sockets, the thing watched her everymove. It was bleeding, as she had been, so the scales hadbeen perhaps set even, but each time it crawled outfrom the wall crevasse, it appeared to be bleeding less.