The hive started shook. The entire thing was getting ready to empty and if I let that happen without somehow distracting them, then Tick was going to die. I searched the ground again and my foot kicked a thick branch under the hive. I sunk to a crouch and wrapped my fingers around the club. The buzzing got louder as I stood back up.
I took a step back as the first bees flew out of the nest, and I swung.
The bees swarmed me. I was the new threat. They would kill me first and then move on to Rick. Or so they thought. I kept swinging. The hive was still paper thin, so each swing took out a section. But I was taking sting after sting.
My body was on fire. I felt like my skin was melting from my bones. Each sting was a new ember on the pyre that was my broken, exhausted body. But still I k
