Seeing the first family leaving with their supplies, others grew brave enough to venture forward.
Exactly. No one wanted to be first.
In moments, there was a crush of bodies.
Woah, woah, calm down please! Try not to trample anyone.
I stepped onto the back of the truck as the boxes disappeared from beneath me, and I watched the crowd for any violence or fighting. One altercation began as two men both grabbed the same box.
Uh-oh.
Before their violent tugging match got them or someone else hurt, I sent a buzzing flurry of bugs in between them. They dropped the box and backed off, staring at me.
Yeaah, it’s probably disconcerting to have the bug villain queen of your area (hm, we need a name for it… Skitterville?) break up your fight like that.
When I didn’t move to stop them or do anything further, they each returned to the pile to scrounge up different boxes, leaving the other on its side in the water.
Seems reasonable.
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