...re just stories. Reality was terrifying enough.
She was less than halfway there when she heard the tell tale buzz that warned her the Green Jackets had taken flight. That was inspiration enough to push down the burning sensation in her limbs and lungs and keep going. Then they began chattering. Nobody was sure if they creatures could really talk to each other or if it was just sound but it was terrifying and Jesse knew they had spotted her.
Jesse knew the 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 wher...