He wasn’t sure where this path would lead, but he didn’t care. That sound could be heard all across the land. He’d no choice but to run or suffer the same fate as his family.

The sky grew darker with each step he made, and the terrain seemed more and more terrifying, as though it were beginning to shape itself to his nightmares.

Still, he kept going. He was starting to walk faster now, and before long he was running. He wasn’t certain where he was going. The rushing air around him seemed to seep through his skin and into his body, tightening its icy grip on his heart. But he didn’t stop. He daren’t.

The roaring sound grew deafeningly louder, and he couldn’t take the noise anymore, but he couldn’t stop. If he stopped, he was dead.

And then… The wall! The barrier! He wanted to turn around. It was too late. He felt himself lifted, rising up from the ground. His world vanished below him, and he was enveloped in cacophony of sound and pitch blackness.

Yet another cockroach sucked up the vacuum cleaner.