Gripped by fear and in absolute awe of your current insignificance, your mind is rendered incapable of sending your body into motion quickly enough. The boot quickly fills up your field of vision and lands on top of you. The impact squishes you instantly, giving a quick death.
Dawn, feeling the small creature beneath her become paste on the bottom of her pink rain boots, felt a small pang of guilt in killing something that only a moment ago had assisted her; however, the feeling quickly subsided as she reminded herself: it was just a bug.
She slipped off her boots, then climbed into her tent, forgetting all that had transpired.
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