"Close the door!" I yell. We trample over each other into a room, and Claire speeds past us into the closet. Horace screams when bees started stinging him all over his face. I close the door, smashing some oncoming bees in the process. As Horace dances around the room swatting the air I grab a pair of dirty pajama pants from the floor, and stuff it under the crack at the bottom of the door.
Horace jumps behind one of the beds in the room. "Kill 'em, Millard! They're in here!" He yells, frightened. I sigh, and swat a few stray bees buzzing around the room.
"Are you going to help me?" I ask, smashing a bee on the wall with a shoe.
"Are you kidding me?" He says. "They've already turned me red as a tomato!" I ignore him and turn to the closet.
"Are you alright, Claire?" I ask, and creak the closet door open. Claire sits in the corner of the closet, hiding behind a laundry basket.
"Are they gone?" she whispers.
"Yeah, we're okay, now," I answer. She smiles and crawls under my legs into the room.
"Where's everyone else?" She asks, looking around the room.
"Hopefuly safe in another, room," I answer. "Horace," I say turning to the bed. "The bees aren't in here any more."
Claire walks over to the bed and peers over the side. "Is he zoned out?" I ask.
"Yeah," Claire replies, shaking her head. "How creepy."