Taylor - Bugged out

He pointed the flashlight at the ceiling and we all froze. The ceiling was a roiling mass of black bodies, cockroaches the size of lobsters.

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"Run!" I hissed, and we sprinted toward the door.

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I felt them biting at my ankles and trying to get purchase so that they could climb up and cause more damage. I could ignore that, but I doubted that my companions could.

I had no doubt that I could kill one of them, but there were thousands of them, and Far Strike only killed one at a time.

Even my inventoried cars wouldn't do too much damage. They would to small to affect except for those struck by the wheels, and even if the wheels collapsed, they'd be able to hide in the gaps.

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