It was dark, and one of the most powerful lightning storms you've ever endured was sending ripples into the night.
It could be described that a hurricane is engulfing you. You had been safe, out with some friends when it started, scouting the
dark night with flashlights to find your way home. The bolts that hit the earth were so close that you could see where they hit the
ground. It shook the ground as if an earthquake was devouring the earth below your feet. You took off in a fearful sprint, only to
slip and drop yourself and your flashlight into a muddy puddle. Your friends ran ahead, leaving you alone in the dark. You called to them but
no one answered, your voice was lost in the loud booming of the storm. You were most certainly alone. You fumbled to save your flashlight from
the muddy waters, but it had gone dim and any attempts to save it caused the bulb to burn out. You hopelessly crawled around the soggy ground,
hoping to find some means of shelter, but suddenly, the ground collapses beneath you. You fell, fell, fell until you hit cold dirt. You
hit the ground back first, having the breath pushed out of your body with force. Slowly gaining your breath back, you realized you were alright.
You had no broken bones, and you were safe from the lightning storm. You laid there, completely exhausted from your earlier actions. You
closed your eyes, hoping to rest until morning. Of course your friends would come back for you, wouldn't they? You were nearly asleep, balancing
on the edge of unconsciousness until you felt an unnatural crawling sensation on your exposed legs. As you open your eyes, you jerk back in fear.
Looking down at your legs there were hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of what looked like small spiders crawling up your legs. You let out a scream, only
to be quickly silenced by a large, horrifying spider jumping onto your face.
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