Butcher's Bill 1.1

The rain was hampering my ability to collect local insects, particularly fliers, but I had whole hives of bees and wasps that I had brought from home, and knowing that Butcher was immune to pain meant that I could forgo treating their stingers with capsaicin in order to pack them in just as tight as possible.

Butcher had been seated, cleaning her enormous gun. She made it halfway to her feet before my insects swarmed her. For a few split seconds, the black and yellow insects crawled over her body, doing their best to focus stingers in sensitive locations, where her impervious skin was thinnest. Eyeballs and eyelids. Ear canals. The inside of the nose. The tongue and throat.