The good thing was that as she carried on running Inteachán could feel the cockroaches falling off of her. The bad thing was that she had no idea where she running. In the darkness and with a slippery floor, it was all she could do to keep moving. She just had to trust that the direction she was running in would lead somewhere.
As they fell from the ceiling the cockroaches landed like a carapaced carpet, and with every foot she placed down and every crunch that resulted from said foot, Inteachán imagined she was laying waste to another wave of enemies.