Martin lay awake wild-eyed, having barely slept; the hot air was stiflingly thick but it was that noise which kept him awake.

He snatched out of bed in only his underpants, stamping downstairs.
The plumber was due tomorrow, but he would investigate anyway.

Opening the basement door he reeled from the faecal stink of ruptured sewer lines, and bursting through the opening, biting cockroaches flooded over his feet.

Martin fell into the wet mass of brown carapaces, and they hived over him, scuttling furiously down his throat, tunnelling up his nose and ear canals, eating his flesh as they went.

via Daily Prompt: Swarm


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