Those were Carrie's only thoughts as she sprinted across the tile as fast as her (extremely) little legs could carry her. Her ragged breaths and that awful, awful clicking of the roach's legs were all she could hear. The roach, desperate for a meal, was right behind her. This roach was starving and its eyes locked onto Carrie as its first potential source of food. Instead of scavenging for delicious garbage or sugar, as roaches tended to do, it hunted this strange tiny creature. Its simple insect brain did not understand that its prey used to be a giant that would crush it under her foot if she saw it. Even if it did know, it wouldn't care. The "giant" was small now, and it looked like food.
Carrie kept sprinting. She just...kept running. Nothing else mattered. Only escape did. Her vision grew hazy but she spotted salvation—another crack in the floorboard!
It looked just wide enough for her millimeter-tall body to squeeze into. Without a second thought, Carrie threw her body towards it.
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