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[Gotdamnmiracle]

The reason I suggested taking the shovel and not the pulaski in the first place was because I assumed Alex would not be able to use it effectively against a monster.  Judging by the broken wooden remains, my confidence in his lumberjacking skills is restored.

(Just checkin'. Hell, I didn't know what one was until last year.)

[Gotdamnmiracle]

(We're waiting on me? Oh. I wasn't aware. Update time.)

A drop of sweat falls from the tip of Alex's nose on to the wood flooring, staining it a darker grey.

"I guess there's no reason to put it off..." Alex sighs and bends down, not able to get a good grasp with his fingers at first but finally grabs it.

With a whip of strength Alex pulls the hatch (now a loose plank) free.

-

What Alex sees doesn't startle him because he doesn't understand. The only thought his brain is able to process in that moment is perplexed surprise. Then it moves.

An obsidian cloud floods out of the opened hole and hits Alex like a punch. His only response is a terrified uncontrolled gasp, which fills his mouth and lungs with copious squirming furry cold bodies. His vision is darkened and his eyes are watered from being accosted by the black epidemic. His body forces him to crouch as he turns to run, inhaling and sucking in more of the creatures. Alex had dropped his pulaski and was sprinting toward the direction of his front door. Alex reached it, his heartbeat pounding against his chest so hard it threatens to escape. A loud humming is heard along with the rush of blood running through Alex's veins. Alex tears the door open and continues to sprint outside, tearing at his face with his fingernails to remove the prickle or thousands of legs and stomping off of his porch on to his yard. Alex ran, his world a blur and his mind a panic. Alex hacked as he dashed, his lungs screaming for oxygen and scraping around inside of his chest like a cornered creature. Alex ran until he realized the noise of stomping on mud was no longer and had been replaced by the crunch of dirt and stone.

Alex continued, even as he knew he was no longer on his property, but on the main road. He ran until his lungs would allow no more and paralyzed him with doubled over coughing.

Between coughing fits Alex looked back. His eyes fogged with tears, looked upon the house.

Inky clouds were rolling in all day. They rolled in from the direction of the house and there they remained, fat with rain, ebon colored, and spread across the sky like tendrils. His dazzled eyes  made the house look as if it had a pitch colored aura, rising above it or from it. The house in his muddled vision was bent at odd foreign angles and standing taller than it was supposed to. It almost looked like it stood in opposition to Alex's hunched frail frame.

A wan wind blew and pulled through the leaves. The noise sounded like an exhale followed by desiccated whispered laughter.

[Grek]

Well, damn. That's alot of bugs.

[mcclay]

Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Let's try to find the other residents before its too latw.

[MikaTheCrazy]

Try to calm down a little. First of all try to figure out what kind of bugs they are, then try to find someone and ask them about any of the town's legends. if we know a little about what could be going on we will have a better chance with fighting it.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Alex's choking struggling coughs led to heaves, which in turn led to puking. Alex dropped to his knees in sandy dirt and began to wet the soil with bile. The puke was an orange brown sludge, peppered with wriggling black flies trying to find their wings. The whole mixture mixed with the sand and creates an umber colored mud that soaked Alex's hands in the dreck and stained them and awful color and gave them a sticky feeling.

Alex continued to empty himself into the dirt until he felt hollow and continued to wretch long after. The retching stole his sight once again and made everything hazy beyond recognition. A smell rose from the soil of stomach acid, much like the taste that filled his mouth. Alex's world was consumed by the activity of expelling the creatures from him, along with everything else.

Alex sat there, in the road on all fours, his body had given him a moments repose from the vile retching, and all Alex could do was breath. It hurt to move breathe past his burned throat, but that never weighed in on the decision to breath or not.

A new noise had joined in with the wind and Alex's all consuming task of breathing. The noise was the bounding of a van beginning to slow down.

"Yo, man. Wha's wrong with you? You a'right?"

Alex looked up. He was met with the face of a latino man no older than himself with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"I-" Alex's attempt to speak was met with the clawing of a burned throat and he began to cough once again. Alex coughed until he thought he could speak once again.

While Alex was coughing the man had parked the car and was watching, silent, with eyelids half opened.

[mcclay]

"I-I opned up a hatch in my crawl space and allthses bugs and shit come flying out, o-oh god the bugs!"

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"What the fuck? You crazy or some shit? Like got a disease or somthin'? Seriously, like a mental disorder? Ya look pretty ill." The latino had buzz cut hair and was wearing a sea foam green polo.

[Grek]

"No man, that house I bought is just full of roaches or some shit. I knew it was too good to be true."

[mcclay]

"Look at the fucking puke if you want proof. They bugs that got into my mouth are in it!"

[Gotdamnmiracle]

The man sits in his van for a moment staring at you. He narrows his eyes. "... You need somthin' to calm your stomach." The guy rummages through the back of the van and brings up a bottle pills and a jug of milk. "'ere. Have some of this. Only take two." The man recoils his hand as you take the objects from him.

"This guy thinks I'm crazy." Alex thinks as he pops a couple pills and gulps from the jug. The milk is chilled and only irritates his throat a tad. "Why do you have all of this?" Alex manages after gaining some fluids.

"Ya ever heard a meals on wheels? That's me. I visit almost every house in this place. I didn't know anyone lived around here that was younger than seventy."

[NRDL]

Ask about the neighborhood

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"This place? It's full of old fucking bags. Like if I were in charge, they would all be in homes. Then I'd be out of a job I guess, huh? Anyway, they're real nasty, most of em, or practically brain dead. If the pay wasn't so slick I'd be so fuckin' gone."The guy looks at you as a lull begins to form in the onesided conversation. "... I'm Amelio. Yo are you gonna give me my shit? I gotta get this stuff to those old fuckers. They get really pissy when I'm late, son. I don't need to get an earful, ya feelin' me?" Amelio held his hand out of the window and gave an expectant look. "Well?"

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Alex hands over the milk and says " So who all lives around here?"

Amelio says, thinking as he speaks "Well... There's Gladys hare, brain dead, Alfred Jenning, crazy as hell, and Jeremiah Wells, quiet, fucking weird, and probably also crazy as hell. You never met them? I don't blame ya. They never leave the house. I gotta go. Peace." The van starts up and moves off down the road, taking a turn into a driveway.

Alex is left sitting in kicked up dust. He can smell the burning gasoline from the tuck mixed with the rank burning smell of stomach acid. He can taste the tangy flavor of milk on his tongue mixing with semi digested food.

[Grek]

You should call an exterminator to deal with that bug problem.