Run for the river

That’s it! The river! If I can submerge meself, they might piss off.

You sling your pack over your shoulder and make for the river beyond the forest. The bugs continue biting you as you try to fend them off to little success. The roaring of the nearby river can be heard over your panicked movements. A small cliff separates you from the river below, as you usher forth a silent prayer and leap off it. Upon hitting the water, the bugs detach from your skin and are carried away.

Yes, take that you little shits!

You surface for air as they don’t appear to have followed you. Looking around, you seem to be in the middle of a series of rapids. The rapids carry you farther from shore as you barely tread water.

Shit, I’m no good at swimmin’. Not much a choice though unless I want to drown.