Chapter 13 Desperation - Not Safe At Home

• This door scares me. Just yesterday, there was nothing but the old, moldy wall that has cracked and yellowed with age but today, this door emerged; like it was always there. Daytime, it was peaceful, no signs of any foreign presence but at night, at the same consistent time at that, I heard the crawling of what seemed like millions of insects; it was a bug party in there. "Scritch, scritch" my ears kept repeating; reminding me that I'm no longer alone here while my eyes didn't dare close nor my mind relax. This went on for weeks.
• The next morning, I woke up to the entire kitchen swarming with winged bugs; there were flies, mosquitos, locusts, and what looked like cockroaches; I'm going in that door, I decided before my entire apartment becomes an anthill! However, not without proper hardware; God knows what can wait for me there. Always knew that SAIGA-12 would come in handy; a shotgun with the guts of an assault rifle will chew anything up. Unfortunately, when I returned with the supplies, my apartment has been completely swarmed with bugs; every step resulted in their brother getting squished under my steel-toed combat boots as the smell of stink bug odor delivered counter-hits.
• At this rate, the whole building would be crawling soon. Quickly, I slammed a magazine into my gun; incendiary ammo; burns the target on impact. "Bugs hate fire no matter how big they are!" I thought to myself proceeding towards the door; it was wide open and honestly, I've been in abbatoirs that smelled better than this; stink bug odor and rotting flesh, was someone dragged there?! Cocking the gun and taking aim, I made entry; that dreadful "Scritch, Scritch" sound was now in a choir with the sound of something getting chewed up; like a kid eating a cucumber with his mouth open. The tactical light on my gun has found what (who) was getting chewed up; it was my neighbor!