Bugs

   I blinked. All around me, trees and wild life encircled. The waterfalls sounding behind me clashed continually. I could feel myself be lost.
   And suddenly, through the corner of my eye, I saw movement. A flush of surprise blew over me. Coming over with fear, I almost unreasonably feared a time where the weapons in my satchel would become of use.
   Slowly, I turned toward it with full vision, no longer relying on my faulty peripheral. I screamed.
   Jumping back pugnaciously,  I felt the ground above me to steady my quivering body, only to be met with a second movement, now crawling across my arm. I screamed again.
   Slowly, a sort of cold, shaky wetness enveloped my body. Examining myself, I found over a dozen insects. For a moment, all I could see were their legs.
   Closer, closer.
   Multiplying like numbers on a math sheet, I could suddenly feel bugs everywhere. My vision slurred. I tried to get up again. Failed.
   I could feel them in my ears, my skull, my brain. Seething and fidgeting, foaming and destroying.
   I could hear them in my head, clicking and rattling. I clamped my hands against my ears, up now. Slowly at first, I began to run. Leaving all of my belongings in a bundle.
   Everywhere, every wood, even with closed eyes, I could see. The Scuttling.
   Blindly, I reached for a knife and, inhesitantly, I plunged.