The ticking of his wristwatch was loud in his ears as cold sweat ran down his furrowed brows. He tightened his grip around the wooden end of a hammer, the same question he had had for a while ran through his mind. I can’t do this. Can’t I? I’m not a murderer.

Still, the thought of destroying a family made a shiver run up his spine, but it was too late. He was already in front of his victims with weapon in hand. Quick or they will sense your hesitation! He had read that somewhere, victims turning against their attacker.

So, without a second thought he raised the hammer over his head and smashed it against them. The sound of cracking made him grimace as he ran back into the safety of his home, watching from his window the colony escape from the beehive he had just destroyed.