Rampage of the Killer Bugs
I walked to the stadium with my friends. We intended to engage in a game of football after our exams. The sun was scorching hot with sparse clouds trying their best to shade us from the merciless rays of the sun.
A sound like that of marching was heard coming from a distance. There he was, standing out from the rest like a sore thumb, with his shiny pate devoid of hair reflecting the sunlight like a glaring mirror. Ass, here comes the irritating discipline master. “Why are you guys here? Aren’t you supposed to go home to study?” he shouted, the noise ringing in our ears.
“Can’t we relax for awhile?” I answered nonchalantly.
“What is this doing here?” The Ass asked, referring to a box of discarded chocolates on the steps of the grandstand. Surprisingly, we have seen that box there for weeks whenever we came here to play footie. No one knew how it got there and why it was still there. It was already discoloured from the constant exposure to the sun and rain. It gave off a foul smell too. “Take it and throw it away!” The Ass demanded, and he kicked the box in our direction.
Thud. The box landed away from us in the wrong direction. I had to stifle a chortle at that lousy kick. The Ass can’t kick for nuts.
“Argh!” Nicholas sounded as he saw bugs scrambling out of the disturbed box. I turned and looked in the direction of the box and I was surprised to see bugs streaming out of the box endlessly. How could a small box of empty chocolates hide so many bugs in them?
A tirade of black, foul-smelling bugs streamed out of the box and in a moment, covered the instant area around the box with a black moving mass. We stood there shell-shocked as the bugs made their way towards The Ass. He tried to stomp those that were reaching him, but it was a futile attempt as his feet could not kill as fast as the bugs were coming out of the box and scuttling towards him. He frailed his arms in panic as the bugs scampered up his feet and onto his body. Soon, his body was covered with the black mass.
“WTF!” I shouted, “Let’s get a move on before they come to us!” I pulled Nicholas’s hand and tugged him to run with me. The bugs were now making a line towards us. It wasn’t funny but rather horrifying as we saw The Ass collapsing onto the floor.
We decided to get to my car as soon as possible and make an escape. As I looked around, I could see the bugs now streaming in all direction and towards the canteen where the majority of the student body was. One of my friend reached the car first and took the driver’s seat as the rest of us jumped into the seats. We managed to close the door and accelerated as the black mass was hot on our heels. The sound of screeching rubber was accompanied by the crunching of the bugs at the wheels. The sound was bone-chilling.
Goodness. Without any idea how, the bugs had moved in front of us and occupied the gateway out of the school. A gigantic bug was standing at the gateway terrorizing the few who had managed to get out of the canteen but was now staring death in the face.
“Get a move on man!” I shouted to Alvin who was at the wheel. “Take the other exit!” I pointed to the pedestrians door at the side.
“But we’ll crash!” screamed Alvin.
“Or you wanna die? Just drive through the door, it’s big enough for the car to get through!” I ordered Alvin.
Alvin slammed on the accelerator and the car skimmed right out of the door with centimetres to spare.
“Hey turn on the air-con man, it’s hot in here,” said Nicholas.
“Freaking idiot” I thought, just thinking about comfort when all everyone was thinking of just now was how to get out of the massacre. I turned around and looked at the campus. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the last inch of the flag pole at the roof got covered by bugs. The whole campus was now engulfed in the black moving mass. How much longer before everything else?
