Bees: Not a Single One Survived

"Otter Number Two died by vomiting blood. In the middle of the night, he suddenly let out a horrific scream without warning, spraying blood as he screamed. Several of us otters were living in the same room at the time, and we were all covered in blood."

"Otter Number Two was like a lawn sprinkler, spraying blood everywhere. We had never imagined a human could spray blood with such force. We hadn't even had time to call for emergency medical help before he died from excessive blood loss."

"Later, we asked around about the cause of Otter Number Two's death. It seemed to be an immune disease triggered by some kind of genetic defect. His immune cells suddenly stopped distinguishing friend from foe and attacked his blood vessels and organs like mad, causing his bodily tissues to dissolve over a large area and making him bleed profusely. There was no chance of saving him."

"After Otter Number Two died, the few otters after him lived in constant fear. Other animal groups had experienced similar situations. Certain genetic diseases only erupted at a specific age. When the person ahead died of an illness, it was practically a trailer for everyone behind him."

"Fortunately, Otter Number Two was the only unlucky one in our group. None of the numbers after him died by vomiting blood. That was a kind of luck too. Everyone's genes were slightly different, so there was a chance of brushing past the Death God."

"There were also many bizarre cases of sudden death from illness. In all, at least a thousand people died of disease. They all had genetic defects. Every last one was defective."

Otter let out a melancholy sigh. "You can't imagine what life was like. Someone who was lively and vigorous yesterday would suddenly be