Chapter 2:
The Hives Chronicles
I have a small garden and it used to be a great source of joy and peace for me. I had a swing installed and loved swinging in it.
*Bzzz* *Bzzz*
What the hell is that?
A bee.
Hmm. No problem with a single bee.
*Bzzz* *Bzzz* *Bzzz* *Bzzz*
Two bees. It's cool.
I went away for a few days for a drug deal in another town and came back to find a hive behind my swing. Hundreds of bees. Maybe thousands. The buzzing drove me mad. All the pollen in the air made me swell from places I don't even want to mention.
And then they attacked me. In my own home. In my own garden. Where I stash my cocaine. I looked like a red balloon.
Every part of me was on fire. Each sting felt like a razor sharp needle, which it was. Every inch of my skin felt like it had an ant colony under it.
AAAHHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
NOOOOOO!!!! NOOO!!!! NOT THE BEES!!!! MY EYES!! MY EYES!!!
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