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[b][code]John Reid's Farm - House.[/code][/b]
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Martin didn't like bugs.
It was safe to say that knowing that a girl had become consumed in insects was enough to set him on edge, it triggered years worth of childish fears. He was tense immediately, barely able to act. It wasn't good to freeze up and it wasn't normal for him but he couldn't help but be a bit shaken by the sight. As they were ordered to start boarding off the house, Martin started to kick himself into gear. He may have been terrified but he wasn't a moron. 

He quickly started looking for windows that hadn't been boarded shut yet, using every ounce of strength in his skinny frame to push a dresser in front of one of the windows. It was a lot of strain and that was obvious with how his cheeks were tinting pink but he was determimed. He didn't want to leave any window uncovered, not when he could hear the clinking sound of bugs hitting those very same windows. 

Something about this was so infinitely, stomach-turningly [i]wrong[/i]. It was nightmare-fuel at it's finest and it was riddling him with anxiety, he couldn't help but feel like he was slowly getting more and more claustrophobic. It was a creeping feeling down his spine, he was unnervingly aware of how they were slowly closing off all exit points. He was also unnervingly aware of how [i]little[/i] his abstraction could do against those insects.

He may not have liked bugs but he knew that the darkness probably would do very little to stop their swarm. [i]Pheromones.[/i] Science had said that bugs used [i]pheromones[/i] to know where to attack and when to attack as a swarm. Somehow he doubted that no matter how much darkness that he generated, it would do little to protect his friends from a cloud of insects so thick that they could be cut with a knife.

It made him feel strangely useless, but he tried not to let that hold him back as he strained to push another object against another window. He wasn't wasting any time in blocking things off, even if the threat of claustrophobia was a bit harrowing. He didn't want to see a single one of those demonic ass bugs come into this house. He was going above and beyond the call of duty, trying to seal any small cracks in the wood that he came across during his shelf shoving.

He was taking no chances, not a single Goddamn chance with these bugs.

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[b][code]John Reid's Farm - Barn.[/code][/b]
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Instinct and logic made her want to call bullshit on brute-boy, it wasn't every day that a swarm of insects just descended upon an old farmhouse. It wasn't until she heard the buzzing that she believed him, her stomach was feeling sick immediately at the sound and maybe it was fear but she threw a cloak over everyone around her. Their visibility was lost on the swarm, she was panicked and unable to focus but she hoped that it would throw the bugs off at least.

They had to see their targets to target them, right? She had at least taken that away. She wasn't sure how many of them would be going by some weird ass bug sense of smell or something but at least they'd be hidden for the most part. She didn't even want to think about what the tentacle monster looked like, she was really wishing that the brute-boy would have just been lying for attention or something. She wasn't particularly squeamish of bugs but she certainly didn't want to be devoured by them.

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