[center][color=ed1c24]CONTENT WARNING:[/color] This game will include graphic descriptions of injuries, merciless predation and violent human death. If you are sensitive to this sort of content, it is strongly recommended you reconsider participation in this rp, or even reading it if one is especially sensitive.[/center] [b]American Pacific Northwest, Washington; Inside what was once "Capital State Forest" 10:00 AM[/b] A man was limping his way up the ridge. The trails were still there- they had to be. [i]They[/i] had learned to watch the roads. It was cool, in the mornings, this time of year. He was thinking to himself, frantically, that is should have been safe to rest, to sleep. They'd ignored the advice of their "Ranger", thought they'd be alright. They'd left without her, or any other Ranger. Now, as he was limping for his life, he wished he'd been willing to part with some of his trade-goods. There was a slow, steady rustling of brush, and an slick, oozing sound. He knew it was coming for him, and catching up fast. If he could just make it to the top of the ridge, he'd risk further injury to outpace it with sheer gravity. Just make it to the top, and roll down the other side. His mind echoed with the screams of the others; two of their number were dead before the rest even woke up. The others tried to fight them, but he panicked. He heard the others die as he fled. And now, all he could hear was the monster pursuing him. The mist was thick, but clearing. He was panting, mist and sweat soaking through his shirt, stinging his eyes. His leg burned with pain; one of them had taken a bite of him before he got away. The ragged wound was bleeding profusely, he'd figure out what to do later, he just needed to get away. The light peeking through the mist was almost like a beacon, shining the way to his salvation. Surely, he thought, surely they would stay out of the light. That was what he'd been told before The Swarming. They fled from the sun. He reached the top, and stumbled into the clearing. He began laughing between breathes; he'd beaten them! He'd made it! He allowed himself to fall on his back, basking in the purifying sun that would banish his pursuers. He laughed, and sighed with relief. Until he sensed something blocking the light, and heard the noise. The slithering. No. [i]NO.[/i] He opened his eyes just in time to see his last ray of sunshine. It was on him before he could scream. He couldn't breath, and he flailed, he felt more weight on him- the sun didn't drive them away at all. Not if there was food, and shelter close by. The pain was beyond anything he'd experienced; like he was being devoured by garbage disposals. Had the first Leopard Slug not latched onto his face, his screams would have echoed in the hills... [center][h2][color=ed1c24]The Island of Giant Insects: Swarmed[/color][/h2] [youtube][/youtube][/center]