On the Run

It's been a week since I ran away. I haven't felt Her strings around me since then. Did I escape?

I stayed at a friend's house the first night, but after that I started going to cheap motels. I'm running out of money for that.

But I can't go back home. Not after what I saw there.

It was a normal day until Jess suddenly clutched her stomach and started gasping for breath. Then she screamed. I tried to talk to her. I wanted to know what was wrong. But all she did was scream.

And then there was blood on her shirt. There was blood oozing down her stomach.

And things were moving there. Beneath her shirt. Beneath her skin.

Last time I mentioned those bugs, I called them the "Intrusion." I think that's what I was seeing now. But these ones were smaller. And more numerous.

They were children.

They'd just hatched.

They were hungry.

They came spewing out of Jess's body, eating their way out of her. She screamed and screamed until finally the screams died and became gurgles and she slumped to the ground and still the Intrusion came forth from her.

I couldn't save her.

I ran.