Day 4 – Nightfall

I have no idea where Rick went. All I know is there are a billion stingers coming right for my butt.

Have I told you how much I hate bees? (do they sense that?)

I try and get my bearings.

Nope. I have no idea where I am.

And what’s worse, it’s getting darker.

Hang on, doesn’t that mean the bees should be going to bed?

I think I saw that once watching a particularly dreadful horror film about “killer bees.”

The sting tells me a different story.


I need a place to duck out. I remember that this “mine” is just a claim and has no structures.

Then I see a structure.

It is surprisingly new. Like, BRAND new.

It’s pretty much a shed. Not very big. Something you find in an urban backyard to store the yard tools.

There had been a lock but that is broken and loose.

I don’t hesitate. In I go.

No buzzing.

I’ll just sit this out a spell.

Uh oh,. . .

That familiar stink is back.


I know where the bodies went.

So, what do I do now?

My instinct is to get the hell out of there and find Rick.

My OTHER instinct says BEES!!!!

Several of those little bastards are on the little window. Blocking out whatever light remains.

AND, a dark closet with stinky, dead bodies.

Ok, Universe, ANYTHING ELSE!!??