Peering down from what appears to be a security camera mount, this monochromatic segment of footage is focused on a section of airport taxiway.
A solitary, desert-drab plane rests upon the stretch of concrete, its boarding stairs lowered, and its twin engines whining as it idles, the drone of its motors almost eclipsing the distant screams and gunfire occasionally conveyed through the crackling audio.
Minutes into the tape, a small group of ragged people burst into view: assorted individuals in civilian garb flanked by a scattering of soldiers, all running headlong towards the aircraft.
A small child can be seen at the rear of the group, half carried by a serviceman and lagging behind the main body.
Suddenly, a violent flutter of gossamer wings fills the view as a dog-sized insectoid lunges past the camera, the colorful wasp alighting on the child's back and snapping large mandibles about them.
As a sickening, writhing carpet of wasps swarms into view and the group's front-runners begin to hurry up the aircraft's steps, a terrible game of tug of war ensues between the soldier and the ever-growing number of frenzied parasitoids, culminating in the man reeling back, showered in spurting blood, and clutching the child's chewed-off arm.
As the screaming child is subsumed beneath a twitching carapace of legs and pulsating ovipositors and the soldier is forced up the stairs, he pulls a pistol and fires wildly into the swarm, the ammunition depleting before he's dragged into the aircraft.
The last thing that the camera records is a spherical object being flung from the plane's closing door—the item pinging off the taxiing aircraft's wing and rolling into the frenzied crowd.
The plane powers out of sight, moments before the footage goes white.
A solitary, desert-drab plane rests upon the stretch of concrete, its boarding stairs lowered, and its twin engines whining as it idles, the drone of its motors almost eclipsing the distant screams and gunfire occasionally conveyed through the crackling audio.
Minutes into the tape, a small group of ragged people burst into view: assorted individuals in civilian garb flanked by a scattering of soldiers, all running headlong towards the aircraft.
A small child can be seen at the rear of the group, half carried by a serviceman and lagging behind the main body.
Suddenly, a violent flutter of gossamer wings fills the view as a dog-sized insectoid lunges past the camera, the colorful wasp alighting on the child's back and snapping large mandibles about them.
As a sickening, writhing carpet of wasps swarms into view and the group's front-runners begin to hurry up the aircraft's steps, a terrible game of tug of war ensues between the soldier and the ever-growing number of frenzied parasitoids, culminating in the man reeling back, showered in spurting blood, and clutching the child's chewed-off arm.
As the screaming child is subsumed beneath a twitching carapace of legs and pulsating ovipositors and the soldier is forced up the stairs, he pulls a pistol and fires wildly into the swarm, the ammunition depleting before he's dragged into the aircraft.
The last thing that the camera records is a spherical object being flung from the plane's closing door—the item pinging off the taxiing aircraft's wing and rolling into the frenzied crowd.
The plane powers out of sight, moments before the footage goes white.