You are standing, panicking, astonished, and disgusted. In the middle of your room, you don't remember getting there, but you are. You look to see the walls, floor, roof and even the webs of your toes invaded by the worlds nastiest being. Your heart stops for a whole second, which felt like 10 because you are more still than a startled stone deer. You slowly look down to see the little ones crawling up your feet, but they can't make it to your legs because they are being eaten by the physically more dominant roaches. You gasp for a second, in relief that at least they're not making it to the rest of your body.
The only items in your room not infested by quivery, jittery, scattery little cringe beings, is your windows and the one light in your room. The door is 6 feet away but feels like a mile, nobody is home as it is 4pm on a Tuesday. You question how and when you will get out of this mess. But honestly, you won't, unless you lunge for the door which has a few crittery 6 legged bugs on the doorknob. And even after you get past that caveman task, you don't know what is waiting on the other side, behind the door, beyond the room. The hallway is silent, but so is your room...... too silent.
You hesitate to move, but right before you flinch, the bugs start moving, in a wave like form, such as a school of fish, but instead on your wall, roof and floor. They start picking up speed quickly, moving so fast you are about to burst, physically, emotionally and mentally. You do it!!! You reached for the door, stepping on and killing a pack on your first stride and a few more with your toes as you plant the other foot forward. You shoot the door open as it busts your 4 smaller toes on your right foot only. You open it again and run in pain and tears as you can't stop and you are just trying to get out. Finally..... outside. You would rather see a bear than go back inside. You start questioning how you are going to get them out, where are you going to go, where will you sleep, eat...... all your basic necessities vanished by rabid rapid tiny cringly carnivores. You hear a tiny stampede roaring downwards from outside " nope, I'm out" you said, as you have no enthusiasm nor emotion to react anymore. You start asking whether its just your house, neighborhood, town or even more.
You're walking barefoot down your street to just get away from this disgusting monstrosity. You call your dad but he doesn't answer, you call your mom but she can't stay one the phone for more than 20 seconds after hearing all that has token place. It has token a toll on you, the house, your mom, and soon to be dad. You make it to a field that you barely recognize and cautiously walk through the grass so you don't get pricklers in your "ow!! Damnit!" You yell suddenly. Guess you did. You make it to a fallen tree and you sit down. Not even water nor food that you have on you. Without supplies you think about everything like you haven't before, for the most part. The tree suddenly starts shifting out of shape, you start hoping that its just a dream you are awaking from. The tree was a giant band of roaches!!! You run back onto the road after going through a ton more pricklers, and you don't stop. Nothing can be trusted anymore. Even walking on the road alone, surrounded by nature and other potentially infested houses around you is uncomforting. You need to find one, clean place to stay for a little while or more. You find a water tower nearby and you climb up it. We have made it to a safe place. It would be better if you had food and water or even a place to go to after this, but you don't. Or at least for now.
The phone is ringing, hurry up and pick it up.... ITS YOUR DAD!!!! You need to tell him what's going on and how strange all of this is. But when you pick up the phone, an unexpecting voice starts talking. You blank out of conscious, you're souless for a few seconds, you start listening and you hear the man say " your.... your father is dead son..... I'm sorry. The paramedics found him dead and his cause of death is by a plague like disease caused from insects. Again..... sorry". You're stunned, at loss with what is going on, but you must realize that you have to be tough now. You're alone, well, at least for now. "On the road again", which is an old song that we begin to sing jokingly to keep ourselves sane. Feeling strains and pain in your calves and quadriceps, you sit down for a second. Unexpectedly you hear a truck roaring from behind you. Going too fast to stop or even slow, you lay down and roll under as the loud noise intimidates you and you close your eyes. Lucky with that one, it could've been way more tragic. Glad that you're alive and laughing about what had just happened, you feel great wishing someone would've saw. No one did, the neighborhood feels blank, empty and stranded. But at least the people in the truck saw. They suddenly do a quick U turn drift and start steaming toward you in a deathly manner. You swiftly react and get behind an oak tree. The big black ("shut up") truck crashes into the tree in which you were hiding behind. Confused but emotionless, you look in the driver seat and see a person with a green face and more faintly green chest and neck skin dead, no airbag, no blood. Whatever, just throw the driver out, get in and see if this puppy will turn on I tell you, you think for a second, then without any more thinking you do exactly that. It took 6 harsh key turns and gas flooring to turn on, but its running, and you're driving, unknowing of where you will go. You just follow the highway east.
