[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MzIHaGw.png[/img]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/KzmdUGG.png[/img]
[b][code]The Reid Farmhouse – Basement[/code][/b] [/center] 
[sub][@Atrophy][@He Who Walks Behind][@Prosaic][@FernStone][@Mike73][/sub]
[hr] 


"Perfect." Claire said, rolling her eyes at their predicament. They were going to either get eaten alive by bugs, or killed by smoke. "Penny, could you be a deer and tell them that smoke kills people too? And that they'd also be cuttin' off their only fuckin' escape route." Claire dryly noted with her arms crossed.

"Claire." Britney started off, and quickly and effectively shut Claire down. "I trust Lynette knows this, and has figured something out."

"God I hope so," Claire didn't protest too much further. The only thing that she did was wait for the coast to be clear. Meanwhile, the swarm of insects gets closer and closer to devouring them all. Penny asked everyone what their abstractions was. Under any other circumstance, Claire would of told Penny to screw herself, but if it meant getting the hell out of here, she'd do anything. She clenched her fist, and then activated her aura that wrapped around her from head to toe. "Dunno exactly what I got, but I got this shield thing. From the fight with Reese, and that monster, it basically turns me into supergirl... but without the flight." She dryly noted.

She also looked down at Justin, and saw his aura, which was something she was keeping to herself, "... and I guess he can do something with fire - aka. the most useful ability for getting us out of this shit."

"Plants." Britney said as she raised a hand and demonstrated - creating a rose out of her hand. "And I can sense people who are touching plants. Such as people who are standing in grass." She tried to sense Sharon just to see if she was okay, but... she was gone. She looked confused for a moment.

However, at the corner of Claire's eye, she noticed something closing above them. She raised an eyebrow as she was seemingly staring at the ceiling, but she was seeing the aura of somebody. Somebody who should be outside. Sharon Reid. She caught the attention of the rest of the group, "... Sharon's in the house."

[hr]

Dragging her feet to the house, Sharon didn't know what to do next. She tried opening her door, but it was barricaded. These bastards... she tried banging, but the hellish sound of the swarm made it impossible to hear beyond maybe a few [i]inches[/i]. Sharon saw the insects guiding her to the window that was right next, and saw that it wasn't that well barricaded - she grabbed a rock that was on the porch, busted her window, and pushed the piece of furniture away enough so she could get in. Without a thought she climbed through - and loudly winced when a stray glass shard cut her. She fell, and caught herself with her good arm.

Helping herself up, she dragged her feet through her house, which was full of insects now due to the entrance she just made. She seemingly followed the beacons the insects were laying out for her. She wanted help.... were they guiding her to it? Eventually, she made it to her basement door and noticed the roots blocking the crack. She tried pulling the door open, but it was stuck, then she tried ramming the door with her shoulder in an attempt to break it free. With the door getting looser and looser with each ram.

[hr]

"She's trying to get in! Stop her!" Claire said as she ran over to the stairs, but was stopped by Britney's hand on her shoulder.

"This is gonna seem crazy, but trust me," Britney started off, softly as possible, "You all [i]have[/i] to let her in."

"And let the bugs kill us?!" Claire protested.

Before speaking, Britney created a lengthy wooden stick with a fat end using her abstraction, and presented it to the group. "If we knock her out, we can bring an end to this... probably" Britney explained, "It's not the best idea, but we have few other viable options at this poi-"

At this point Sharon broke the door open, and slowly climbed down clutching her broken arm and leaning up against the railing as she tried to climb down. "Help me..." She pleaded, as it seemed the insects wouldn't go past the door. As if she was keeping them at bay.

Britney held the weapon behind her back, but she made it clear that she wanted someone else to do it. Still, she looked up the stairs and quietly told somebody in the group, "... Somebody close the door."