Christopher looked back. Tears—if aliens could cry—filled his eyes.

The mothership shot into the clouds. Christopher and C.J. were gone. MNU covered up everything. They declared Wikus van de Merwe dead.

And in a junkyard, a single, fully transformed Prawn sat alone. Using scrap metal, he folded a small flower—the same kind his human wife once loved. He looked up at the sky.

When Wikus clumsily opened the vial, the fluid sprayed onto his face. Within hours, Wikus’s fingernails fell off. His skin darkened. One of his eyes mutated into a bright yellow alien eye. He was becoming a Prawn.