Can't tell if that's an improvement over bullets. Probably not, though. Let's see, what's you poison? Critters?
[ Like spiders, crawling through tiny cracks in the ground, black and skittering up his legs, on and underneath his clothes, higher and higher until they cover him, until the smallest find their way into his nose, his ears, his-- ]
Something a bit more restrictive?
[ --mouth, whether his lips opened or not, because all the others are gone now, but that one, that one crawls down his throat thick and coarse, bigger from one moment to the next, stuck there and swelling without room to swallow, without room to breathe-- ]
Or I'll get lucky, and you're the low maintenance sort.
[ --out deeply, and in again freely, and the sound echoes in the pitch darkness around him. Black, black, black as far as the eye can see-- can't see more than the occasional flicker of something, a cold breeze coming from nowhere, and whispers of words too far gone to make out. ]
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[ Like spiders, crawling through tiny cracks in the ground, black and skittering up his legs, on and underneath his clothes, higher and higher until they cover him, until the smallest find their way into his nose, his ears, his-- ]
Something a bit more restrictive?
[ --mouth, whether his lips opened or not, because all the others are gone now, but that one, that one crawls down his throat thick and coarse, bigger from one moment to the next, stuck there and swelling without room to swallow, without room to breathe-- ]
Or I'll get lucky, and you're the low maintenance sort.
[ --out deeply, and in again freely, and the sound echoes in the pitch darkness around him. Black, black, black as far as the eye can see-- can't see more than the occasional flicker of something, a cold breeze coming from nowhere, and whispers of words too far gone to make out. ]