The man who had punctured Liora's tire gave one final look at the vehicle he had just sabotaged and sneered with satisfaction.
Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted in the opposite direction from the swarm. A few of the terrified survivors spotted his movement and quickly followed him, their instincts screaming that staying in the path of the bees meant certain death.
But not all of them were lucky.
As the swarm closed in, several unfortunate souls were too slow, their legs faltering from exhaustion and injury. The mutated bees struck with deadly precision.
One woman was stung straight in the neck, her scream turning into a gurgle as the venom spread like wildfire through her veins. Another man fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, his skin already turning purple where the stinger had struck.
