Geronimo rushed inside the hole coughing, somehow managing to shut the door behind him. His mother Telapatra grabbed her son, hugging her tight for an instant before smacking him across the back. "How many times did I tell you not to go out at this hour?" cried Telapatra.

"They're spraying insecticides everywhere", coughed Geronimo, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"Those are for the affected ones only", commented an unbothered Mr Telaroach, Geronimo's father.

Telapatra looked at her husband with cold eyes, giving him the signal to shut up for once, which really isn't Mr Telaroach's area of expertise. Geronimo, still in disbelief at his father's lack of empathy, burst into tears, "I was there, Papa! I saw cockroaches my age lose consciousness and drop dead within seconds. I even saw our neighbour Mr Telaowski's son lying unconscious in front of their curb."

"Oh, that little runt", Mr Telaroach sounded annoyed, "They're the ones spreading this disease and forcing the authorities to take such measures. Have you seen his face? He looks like one of those insurgents­­—his entire family does."

Tears kept rolling down Geronimo's cheeks as he stared at his unbothered father. He choked out a quick burst of laughter out of rage and disbelief before rushing to his room.

The situation in Roachtown worsened after an epidemic of rot disease spread across the town, affecting cockroaches of all ages and causing their skin and wings to rot within a few days. In response, the authority imported vaccines from the faraway lands of Roachland at cheap rates. The motive was mostly to rebuild a friendly relation with the town, which had been otherwise strained for years.] to [The motive was mostly to rebuild a friendly relation, which had otherwise been strained for years, with the town. The friendship between the two towns meant a lot to the authority and they were willing to take any measures to make sure it was strengthened under the current regime.

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The journey

Although the new vaccine put a halt on the rot, victims mysteriously died of other reasons within weeks. The authority put out a notice suggesting the epidemic had been successfully tackled and the mysterious deaths were completely unrelated to the vaccinations. While the authority-funded celebrations riled up the city and Roachtown declared itself a 'rot-free city', an independent study about the vaccine was leaked by a whistleblower within the Health Ministry. The study showed clear correlations between the vaccine and the mysterious deaths that followed and the authority's efforts to hide it. The whistleblower, Telward Roachden, was found dead in his home the next day.

Following the leak, protests broke out all across Roachtown as crowds numbering up to thousands gathered outside the town centre. It was unlike anything Roachtown authority had ever seen before or expected for that matter. The mayor, Julius Roacher, decided it was time to go hard and nip the protest in its bud before it could turn into a revolution.

Mayor Roacher knew that two measurements were needed before his forces could clean house—cease all modes of communication and control what the public gets to know. For the first measure, all telephone lines were cut across the town and flying was prohibited until further notice. Now that the unregulated flow of information ceased, it was time to control and modify it. The mayor called an urgent meeting with newspaper editors: "The headlines will be sent to you right after midnight", they ordered. "You can work overnight, fill in the gaps and print them by the morning. If you don't want to end up like The Roach Times, I suggest you listen to my suggestions, stop printing misinformation and stop creating panic in times of emergency."

Most roaches knew the mayor's strategies and didn't believe the newspapers anymore. While they were still on the streets putting their lives on the line, some roaches like Mr Telaroach were gullible enough to believe whole-heartedly that everything truly was under control. 'The true cockroaches of Roachtown'—as mayor Roacher had labelled them and congratulated them for keeping their trust in the republic.

To the mayor's displeasure, the situation kept worsening and he had no option but to launch smokes of the same vaccine at the gathered crowd, only multiple doses stronger, intense enough for the rioters to lose consciousness and die in under a minute. To their horror, the casualties reached thousands within a week.

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VAMP

"It says right here—the casualties have been somewhere under a hundred", declared Mr Telaroach, reading The Daily Roach out loud to his revolting son and an unconvinced yet silent wife, "I believe it's even less. The Daily Roach has always been a bit anti-republic."

"Just look out the window, Papa!" howled Geronimo, "They're spraying the pesticide everywhere as we speak. There isn't even a crowd out there. They're just targeting neighbourhoods now."

"It's a vaccine, not pesticide", scolded Mr Telaroach, "And didn't you read the leaflet distributed by the mayor? These vaccines are genetically modified in such a manner that it will only affect the anti-republics. Roaches like us will be safe from its effects even if we accidentally fall in the attack radius."

The silent treatment from his wife and son angered Mr Telaroach even more. "Look, the mayor's even distributing gas masks at a discounted rate! There's no pleasing y'all anymore", he said while putting on the gas mask to show Geronimo.

Suddenly, a shell burst right through the window of the Telaroach household. Before Mr Telaroach could run towards his wife and son, a huge explosion threw him across the drawing room and against the wall.

When he woke up minutes later, Mr Telaroach crawled across piles of rubble and, as the dust finally settled, he could see Geronimo and Telapatra lying on their backs, covered in bricks and rods, presumably dead.

The attacks on Roachtown that night were the final blow on the revolution with casualties crossing 10,000 in a single night. When the bodies were too many for the mayor to hide, he wrote an emergency instruction for the victims' families to be broadcasted via flying roaches all across Roachtown.

Mr Telaroach was holding his wife and son, still in shock, when he heard the declaration in the loudspeaker, "Victims' family members are instructed not to panic. As you know, the vaccines only affect the anti-republics. If you're confident that your loved one is not an anti-republic, you're instructed to dig a hole behind your household and bury them as soon as possible. Not following this procedure will automatically result in labelling the victim as an anti-republic and the household will be issued an anti-republic certificate by our officials."

Mr Telaroach quickly rushed to the shed behind his house and grabbed a shovel. He had a long night ahead of him.

Hasib Ur Rashid Ifti is a writer and a student of Bangladesh University of Engineering and Technology.