“Forcing animals to fight one another to the death is barbaric!” the squad’s commander said, eyes flashing. “And we will not stand for it!”

His men nodded emphatically, sharing his anger.

“The “championships” are happening tonight; we’ll finally be able to get these bastards."

The squad arrived at a warehouse outside of the city just as it was growing dark. They moved into position, surrounding the building, and waited for the signal to attack. They watched several people enter the warehouse. Then the lights went out, and the people could be heard cheering. Moments later the commander’s voice crackled over their radios, “NOW!”

They broke through the warehouse’s doors, guns ready, only to find a large microscope hooked up to a projector, showing large blobs moving across the wall.

There were no dogs or chickens fighting. No carcasses. No blood. Just people watching these… things engulf each other.

“What the… hell?”

“Protista!” a small man said, obviously frightened. “They’re Protista!”