She walked towards the golden fields, admiring the beauty. The swarming locusts engulfed her before she could think. And they never found out what happened to her.
The building was swarmed with protesters. Black, brown white. They all melted to become a fluid entity. He turned back and waved at what he had amassed and the smile of power lit his face.
As the girls stepped out of the party they were swarmed by seventy to eighty frenzied men. Clothes were torn, the girls were groped, pushed, manhandled. They were facing the reality of mobs.