The loud humming grew louder and louder with each passing moment, causing the atmosphere to tense in anticipation. Their black robes made them look like a singular mass. Despite this, their size looked negligible in comparison to the flood of dark bodies that were approaching them at a rapid pace.
Those who had never witnessed such a sight before gasped as their eyes at the seemingly never-ending mass, while determination filled the expressions of the few that had managed to escape such an attack before.
Wands, flamethrowers, and any other weapons they had managed to scavenge stood side-by-side in the moment of desperate need. Apparation was fruitless, the witches and wizards among them knew this already. There was nowhere left for them to apparate to. Theirs had been the last safe village.
Had been until their hastily created wards (they had never thought to create wards against such tiny creatures that had done little to no harm before) until it had become too late, and the time required to craft an efficient ward was more than they could afford.
The goblins had only smirked at their misfortune, before disappearing into their many tunnels within Gringotts. Gringotts itself was sealed shut, and had been ever since the first attack: even before the wizarding world had accepted the idea that they would be affected.
"Ready?" growled the voice of a muggle man that stood at the front of the group.
There were few who graced him with a reply, and even then there were only nods. They didn't have a choice. They had to fight, or they were certain to die like everything else had. There wasn't much hope for their survival anyway, their food supply was nearly depleted and the disaster of an environment they currently lived in was not about to help their situation.
The sound got louder, to the point where each body could nearly be separated from the large mass. Hannah could feel her body tense in fear, the marks and scars of what happened the last time she had met a similar mass flashing through her mind, but she had been saved too many times already. Her life had been at the cost of so many others, so she couldn't bring herself to continue hiding and escaping at every turn.
Her wand rose like all the others, quivering but unwavering. This would be her first, and very possibly her last, opportunity to be brave and loyal to everyone that still survived, to everyone who still held onto hope that this would eventually end.
She had always known, though, ever since she had first laid eyes on the little creatures hovering over the flowers, that they were out to get them. Despite her parent laughing and insisting it was only something of her childish imagination, she had always known. There was no other reason for humans to be so dependent on bees and their honey-making abilities.
The bees were planning on destroying the world.
And had almost succeeded.
Written for Cards Against Humanity: This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with [Bees?]