The sky was raining blood. For those below, screaming and trampling over one another to get away, that was not the problem. The stench of the steaming, metallic liquid splattering across their clothes and staining the pavement red was not the problem. What was worse was the source. Above their heads a swarm of locusts descended and snatched those that lived below for their feast.

Locust, though, was not the right term for these beasts. It was simply the one that fit in the minds. . .