!yyNtj/KoaQ 03/07/11(Mon)00:22 No.14156212|
When he had come to, he had found himself here. The walls were blank, the room had no furnishings. There was a drain off to the left in a corner. Ahead, the door had remained shut. He had been sitting in here for an inestimable time in the dark. Just sitting, waiting, wondering. About twelve hours ago, a single bulb above his head had lit up, illuminating most of the floor and a little of the lower part of the walls. They hadn't even left him with clothes, and the concrete felt chilly against his bare flesh.
It was mostly silent. At least until he began to drift off to sleep. A siren had sounded and the single bulb had gone out. He began to feel something crawl around his feet. Then up his leg. A couple more, his hand brushed a few away. Bugs? The light came back on. From up past the bulb, bugs were pouring out from some unknown point. Roaches, flys, beetles, pouring into the room. he took a step back, regretting it instantly as he heard crunching, ooze and carapace coating his feet and clinging between his toes. They kept pouring in, until they were up to his shins, then knees, then waist, then up until his neck. Soon, his head was barely staying above it all. He had freaked, but trying to move only made it worse. So he stood still, beads of sweat running down his exposed face. After a few hours of this, the panic subsided some. At one point, his thoughts began to wander even. Where had they even gotten this many bugs? A couple of hours later, a strange hum was heard and some hidden nozzles in the unlit ceiling began spraying something into the room. The bugs began scurrying away, presumably to where ever they had entered from.