...he rules for dealing with Green Jackets. Run hard. Run fast. Get low. Never look back. That would have worked if she was near the Shelter out here more than a mile from the Shelter and too exhausted to sprint the distance she ignored all the rules but one. Get low. She spotted what remained of a ruined bus stop, enough that she'd have something at her back and overhead and she waited. If she was lucky it would be only a few and she'd be ok.
There were only five of the dog sized insects which meant she was in luck. It was just a scouting group not the main hive. Not that it mattered she would be lucky to kill more than two before they were able to subdue her but the idea that the sky wasn't thick with them buoyed her hopes for a moment. An impossible moment where she believed she was going to live through this.
The first of the beasts dove towards her and she dodged it but at the same time failed to kill it only batting it away. A second came trying to the same thing and it received a harsher fate skewered on the end of her spear. The Green Jacket continued squirming on the end of her spear dragging her around with its powerful wings until she drove it down and squashed its head beneath her heel. That momentary lapse was all the others needed to fall upon her pinning her down.
The Green Jackets quickly shredded was remained of her already threadbare clothing baring her skin to the cool air. That wasn't the part that scared her, that...