“Sir, I’ve found the Major!” I felt his neck. “He’s still alive. There’s a strong pulse.”
Captain Picatan approached, frowning. “After three weeks? Remove his exosuit.”
Major Joram was commanding Outpost Kappa when the alien insectoids attacked. There’d been no contact since.
Discarding the exosuit revealed the Major’s whole body pulsing and rippling like a windswept lake.
I couldn’t keep down my breakfast as his flesh ripped apart, spewing out rivers of insectoid larvae.
My entry in the March 2019 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Genre: Speculative Fiction