Digital Detox Survival Challenge

round, not with a painful thud, but with a controlled roll that I had practiced in my mind a thousand times, my f

expressions a mixture of suspicion and confusion, one of

vate land," he said,

w hum, a deep, resonant buzzing that seemed to come from the trees th

snapped up, their eyes w

the younger men hi

to be fiercely territorial and relentlessly deadly, they weren't interested in me or the survivalists, they made a direct line for the one

e

a living blanket of black and yellow death, the sound of th

ide the RV, Ashley, Brenda, Robert, their panic was no

eir faces pale with shock, they looked from the hornet-covered

on, and it emitted a high-frequency pitch, almost inaudible to the human ear. The effect was instantaneous, the hor

d at me, his mouth slightly a

ent of entomology, these hornets respond to specific frequ

ere the screaming had

ce easily carrying over the din. "Throw

e shrieked from inside, muffled

lat and devoid of emotion. "You have ten seconds before I adjust the

icked, and the RV door cracked open just enough for my black bag and laptop to be sho

respect, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He a

ation under control," he s

RV and knocked on the door. "You need to drive, now, follow the track east,

you?" Robert yelled,

e hornets will follow you wherever you go," I said. "The swamp is your only hope

rd, crunching over branches as it sped down the dirt

ts. "Sorry for the trespassing,

wly. "I'm starting to see

to walk down a different, smaller path, one that would lead me

y pocket, it was a text from Bren

were so scared, we didn't m

tive, to smooth things over, to pull me back into their web of manipulation. But the strings had been cut, the web was torn, and thi