BornAndTorn 7 More Bugs

With a heavy groan, I turn my body around to drink out of the puddle of water. I force myself to continue drinking even after my stomach began to bloat because I don't know when I will have the possibility to drink again.

I need to secure a stable food and water source I thought to myself as I venture deeper into the darkness. It is quite a strange feeling, even though there is only black in front of me, I still can see the general outline or the shape of what is in front of me. My other senses are far more sensitive though. From time to time I take a break because my left arm is beginning to have spasms. I move forward, no matter what is in my way. At least I keep on repeating this in my head. Fake it till you make it.

After an unknown amount of time pa.s.sed. A noise in distance can be heard, after focussing on the source of the noise, I came to the conclusion that this must be caused by the same type of bug that I ate before. Though I am not sure about the actual amount of bugs, still this is a step in the right direction, because those bugs need to drink water as well. Though I am not sure, what their food source is.

After a torturous crawling session I finally reached the source of the noise. My a.s.sumption was correct it really was the type of bug I ate before, the only miscalculation on my part was this was a trail for that bug. I could not even count how many bugs were in front of me. Suddenly I felt something crawling up my back. Well and that was my second misconception. The trail is not in front of me, I already was on the trail and now I am a part of the trail. I guess this will let me deduce what their main source of food is and I hope that I am not on their menu. After the first bug crawled over me, many more followed. I really hate the fact, that I have no possibility to get rid of the pheromones the first bug left.

First, I am stepped on by religious nutjobs now little bugs, I really should consider a career as a professional doormat. Sigh after sigh left my lips, I am really quite unfortunate, but I will survive. The mantra still did not have kind of impact but during sighing session, a bug enters my mouth. After it entered my mouth I closed it and started to pray that I would venture deeper and reach my stomach, because chewing it was no viable option for me.

During the journey of the bug, I could feel each of its step in every nook and cranny of my esophagus. I nearly had to puke just because of this sensation. But I force myself to not give in to my urges and vomit. This was such a horrible experience, how could I even swallow the bug the first time. Its walk over my tongue was just a little furry rancid being that walked all over my tongue I never want to savor that kind of feeling again. This process continued until it finally reached my esophagus. The time pa.s.sed by slowly. Until it reached my stomach and then it started to bite my inside like the previous bug. After the bug finally was digested and the sheer terror of something moving inside of me came to an end. I had to force myself to open my mouth once again, to lure other bugs into their demise. I really hate this feeling but it is necessary for my survival. Gritting my yet to develop teeth I brace myself for my next customer.

After hours and several successful bug suicides, I finally proclaimed myself a stable food source.

But its a bit strange, the number of bugs that walked over me continued to dwindle. The general number of bugs in my surroundings was approaching zero. Looking around in confusion I ponder about the reason. This kind of animal has no natural predator, no survival instincts and only reacts if their central nervous system gets affected. If you take into account that ants from my planet sometimes, lose their way and then they begin to continuously walk in a circle luring other unsuspecting ants to follow in their footsteps until they die of starvation. I doubt that the number of bugs that became my food is the cause of their mysterious disappearance. After all, the amount of consumed bugs does not even reach 10.

Suddenly powerful steps could be heard, compared to the bugs those where nearly thrice as loud. Restricting my movement as much as I can I try, not to get their full attention. No matter what this kind of creature is, I can't move my head in order to check it out, otherwise, I might attract unnecessary trouble for myself.

Those creatures were slowly closing in on me, arriving at my backside and they were just standing there as if they are waiting for something to happen or they are about to receive some kind of order.

They moved closer and closer until I got lifted up by them and carried away.

Well and I was wrong yet again, seems like I am really on their menu. During the time I was transported by the creature I could see, their general outline. They look like a stronger version of the bug. 2 antennas were connected to their heads and in front of them were 2 scissor-like sharp Teeth. If I had to take a guess I would say, what I ate was the "worker" bug and those are the warrior bugs. This means that there is likely a queen in a den and me currently in their habitat.

My odds seem to increase by the minute. Currently, I am just really lucky, that they a.s.sumed my status to either be dead, or defenseless. I started to repeat my motto endlessly in my head. I will survive and never falter. I will survive and never..... but the bugs were not having any of it, it seems like they reacted to my agitation and one closed in on me.

I felt the teeth sink in my flesh, but nothing was torn off or mangled, it seems like they just injected something into my bloodstream. Judging by the fact, that I lost control of my body state, it must be a toxin, which induces paralysis. Due to my short body length, the paralysis seems to be extra strong and spreads way too fast. With my eyes just staring at one spot, they lift me up again and move into the darkness again, towards their den. Guess I am destined to be their fodder.

Sorry, your princess is in this den, I chuckled, why does my brain have to use sarcasm as a coping mechanism?

Well, I can't move anyway, let destiny do whatever it wants with me. So much about my so-called conviction. Who needs enemies when I have myself beating me up the most?.

Darkness my old friend, let us meet for yet another time. With my eyes closing, the bugs continue their march forward into the depths of their den.