Jerry, trapped in his own apartment, started to feel dizzy with hunger. He could only focus on the giant mosquitoes outside the window, these creatures, now mutated to be larger than his face, were writhing on the window, seeming to eye him as their prey.

He found a kitchen knife, which he tied to a mop handle, possibly the only weapon he could use right now. He opened the window, trying to lure the mosquitoes closer. Three giant mosquitoes immediately swooped at him, their wings making a piercing buzzing sound in the air. Jerry swung his "spear", but they were too fast. One of the mosquitoes successfully penetrated his defense and bit into his arm.

The pain made him grit his teeth, but he didn't give up. With all his strength, he hacked at the mosquito with his weapon. The mosquito tumbled in the air and hit the wall, clearly unable to fly again.

The remaining two mosquitoes attacked him even more fiercely. He fought with all his might, sweat dripping down his forehead. After a fierce battle, he finally brought the last two mosquitoes to the ground as well.

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Jerry sat on the floor, exhausted. His arm was still bleeding, but he knew he had won. He had found a source of food, disgusting as it was, but it was his only option right now. He skewered the three mosquitoes with the mop handle. Without gas, he had to eat them raw. He forced himself to swallow these mosquitoes, even though their taste made him want to vomit.

After swallowing the mosquitoes, Jerry felt his hunger eased. Just as he sighed in relief, a voice flashed through his mind: "Do you want to transform into mosquito form?" He was stunned, what was going on? He looked around and found no one. The voice in his mind repeated: "Do you want to transform into mosquito form?" The voice was clear and calm, like that of a machine.

Jerry began to realize that this might be his superpower. He thought of the fire-breathing criminal and remembered that he had said some people might gain superpowers from nuclear radiation. He began to suspect, had he become one of them?

He looked at his hands, his mind filled with doubt and fear. Was he supposed to turn into a mosquito? This superpower didn't sound cool, but if he could really become a mosquito, then maybe he could escape from this welded shut apartment, find more food, and even find other survivors.

He took a deep breath, he decided to give it a try. He said to his hand: "Transform into mosquito form." Then he felt a strong change. His body felt light, his vision blurred, he felt like he was entering a new world.