We are being invaded. Giant alien stag beetles rush from street to street, devouring everyone they catch. The military help them, flushing people out of their homes, like spaniels at a shoot. The invasion is so fast and thorough, people on the next street don’t know it’s happening until it’s too late. There’s no time to communicate or explain, only to run or die.
I wonder why the military are helping them? They are only delaying their own inevitable death by being complicit In the deaths of others. When everyone else is dead, they too will die.
I run onto a bridge above a river. I wonder if they can swim. A man drags himself from the water, warning me to stay out, it’s full of aquatic beetles. There’s no choice, I jump in and hope for the best.