Alex, Kristof, and Dr. Silver flee from the study. Randy, well aware of the bees biting him, nonetheless rears back and delivers a powerful kick to the drawer. Something on the inside makes a snapping sound, and the drawer slams closed. There is a brief flash of light coming from the front of the drawer as you do this, but you could have imagined it.
Without hesitation, Randy runs out of the room, leaving behind a swarming mass of the bee creatures. Kristof and Dr. Silver, beckoning Randy with looks of horror on their face, close the door just as he exits. Inside, the sound of the bees, while muffled, seems to be getting louder.
Randy, just as you were about to flee from the room, you couldn't help but notice the bee-creatures that were on you. Some seemed to be leaving your body, flying upwards towards the main group - but carrying something - their small wings beating furiously against their warped bodies. With revulsion, you realize that they are carrying tiny chunks of you, pale and fleshy, about the size of a quarter. Once outside, you collapse in the hallway outside of the study and peel back the sleeve of your dress shirt (itself covered in holes). There, on your arm - lumps of flesh removed almost bloodlessly. Your skin feels hot and slightly feverish - but other than that you feel no pain.
Alex runs down the hallway, towards the garage. There he sees Sam and Julia, shock and concern on their faces.
"Evil bees! A swarm of demon bees! Run, run!!" Alex shouts, and runs to open the garage door that leads to the outside. Sam grabs Julia by the arm and takes her outside, taking cover from the rain under an awning. Alex joins them.
Back in the hallway, Dr. Silver begins to give Randy a brief examination - the closed door should keep the bees out for right now. Of greater concern is Randy, who appears to almost be going into shock.
Dr. Silver, you assist Randy in removing his jacket, shirt, and gun holster. You notice that the jacket and shirt have holes in them - with blackened edges. On Randy himself you count about 12-16 patches of flesh removed, ranging from the size of a pencil eraser to a quarter. Oddly enough, the wounds bleed very little - you instantly realize the bees must have some type of coagulant in their spittle - in addition to some powerful local anesthetic. What are those things? You need your medical kit to take care of Randy, but it's out in your car. But at the same time, you don't necessarily want to leave Randy here.
Randy, you are wounded and hurt - but you know you'll survive (barring any further compications). You feel slightly dizzy and weak, however.
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