Bathurst Island, Oceania.

The triangular island, 96 kilometres north of Australia's Darwin Harbour, has been in a state of tranquility for a long time since the arrival of the insect swarm, not that the island's creatures have been swept away by insects, but rather that insects have never set foot here.

Like locusts crossing the border, the alien insects that swept through countless human cities were very particular when choosing target points. If it comes to this small island surrounded by the sea, not only will the number of life on the island not be enough to support the reproduction of alien insects, but even the weather that will pour rain from time to time will not be able to withstand the insects.

As an Aboriginal reservation, the cottages in the dense forest that look like tourist buildings are not just decorations, but there are as many as 1,000 indigenous people living in them. But with the changing times, the preservation of primitive cultural customs and unique ways of dressing is more for the Aboriginal subsidies of the Australian government, and the visible return of tens of thousands of tourists every year.

The vision of the day the insect swarm descended was visible to all, and in the days that followed, videos and photos of the insect infestation taken by people around the world were revealed to the indigenous people through the uninterrupted global Internet.

At first, the islanders will be skeptical, after all, the bloody images on the Internet did not happen on the island. But as time went on, the tourists who had come to the southern hemisphere to escape the cold did not arrive as expected, and panic and fear began to spread among the real crowd. It was also time to buy vegetables and other daily necessities, so the procurement personnel who originally went to Darwin Harbour were temporarily given the role of scouts, and for the sake of insurance, the number of procurement personnel doubled, half of them were men who usually perform traditional war dances for tourists, and this appearance was quite reassuring in terms of the bulging muscles on the exposed upper half of the body.

Who knew that after this time, no one would come back!

Fear suddenly took over the island completely, and although the insects had not caused any killings here at all, the thousands of people who came to the island washed their faces with tears every day, and there was a great sense of having served it as a meal.

Just waiting for the insects to come and eat it.

This is half a year.

On tropical islands, vegetables and rice may not always be available, but fruits are not lacking. Although the natives knew that they were going to die, they were about to die of sweetness from the fruit before they were eaten by the insects.

This is not a solution, and many natives have also come up with the idea of "what if the worm never comes", and as the days go by, the facts prove over and over again that what they think seems to be right.

As soon as the anxiety about food was gone, he began to worry about his food.

Primitive farming civilization began to appear on the 2,600-square-kilometer island, and the advantages of the aborigines began to be brought into play, and the steps of planting and harvesting that were displayed in front of tourists day after day were replicated in the mud. At the same time, the hierarchical structure of the primitive tribe also made it possible for the division of labor to meet the same resistance as when people in the city got together.

The sun rises and the sun sets, when the Australian continent across the sea is in a state of misery, who would have thought that a paradise is gradually taking shape not far away.

The setting sun once again sprinkled its light on the soft sand, "Wow... The waves rushed to the shore, smeared the beach with glittering gold edges, and soon retreated into the embrace of the blue sea.

The sea has always been calm this season, and the calm can see the towering buildings on the opposite continent, and the calm makes one suspect that it is still lit up and full of people.

"Xena! Look! What is that! ”

On the golden sand, a little girl in a summer vest is running towards the rushing waves.

"Moana, don't run into the sea, don't shout so loudly." Behind her, a girl half a head taller than her pursued her with her mouth half-covered, her voice sounding like a whisper, even in a shouting tone.

The two girls chased after each other, until the tide jumped to the feet and necks, and the loudly screaming girl stopped.

Xena, who was hurrying in time, pulled the girl who was staring at the sea, first quickly covered her mouth, and then whispered in her ear: "Moana, if you shout loudly to attract bugs, everyone in the tribe will be killed by you!" ”

The little girl's face turned pale with fright, but she quickly pursed her mouth aggrievedly, "I just can't help it, we have always been talking loudly before." ”

Xena didn't speak, Moana was too young, and the adults didn't let her see the horrors of the cities on the computer that had been breached by insects. While it is true that being as quiet as possible is not necessarily the secret ingredient to avoid bug infestation, the psychological comfort it brings is so great that it seems that the gods will ignore the place without making a sound.

"Let's go back, Moana." After a while of the sea breeze, Xena still felt a sense of insecurity about being exposed to the open area, and she wanted to go back to the forest, where the adults said it was the canopy that covered the sky and protected it from insects.

But there are no trees on the beach.

"That thing is getting closer." Moana was well-behaved this time, and her voice was noticeably quieter.

"What!" Xina, who was thinking about how to coax Moana back, suddenly shook her head when she heard this.

Following Moana's gaze, on the surface of the sea, as if coated with a layer of gold dust, a huge object was drifting towards the beach with wave after wave.

By the time she held her breath and saw the floating object clearly, Xena, who had always looked like a little adult, was already frightened, and she stretched out her trembling hand and pulled Moana's arm.

"Quick...... Run..."

Before she could finish speaking, the 14-year-old girl, who had been oppressed by the fear in her heart, burst into tears, and now she no longer ignored the ban on adults to whisper, turned around and ran into the forest crying.

Moana hadn't seen that thing, but she did, it was a bug! That's the bug that turns a large living person into stump pieces on a computer!

The little girl who looked at the sea was distracted, and her eyes were on the sea, but she was not concerned about the ugly guy with scales shining in the setting sun.

What she saw was a huge brown bear, being pushed ashore by the tide between a float and a dive.

As Moana's parents rushed out of the forest with their hammers in their hands in panic and panic, they saw Moana pulling out the long thorns of a blood-stained brown bear, while on the other side of the beach, less than 100 meters away, a serpentine monster the size of two vans was nesting motionless on the gravel, letting the tide wash over its umbrella-like head.

Facing the brown bear's slightly open eyes, Moana's mother sighed and fainted.

There is more than one brown bear crossing the ocean, and there are 10 giant brown bears trudging through the waters of the Timor Sea on the northwest side of this lonely continent. They were heading towards the shoreline from all directions, and the five-pointed star mark on the wrapping armor shone brighter and brighter under the water.

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