"Are you a bug man or something?"

There were huge cracks in the road with plants growing through them.

The color of the houses were faded and the other buildings looked as though they didn't even have color in the first place.

Buildings that weren't made of brick, were made of wood and though the conditions were deplorable, it was easy to distinguish between the housing of the rich and poor.

The overgrown grass tickled my cheek as we walked by what looked to be an old shop. I groaned as I flicked another caterpillar off my arm, "That's the eighth one." Sebastian flicked two off his leg and squashed them under his boot, "That's fifteen for me."

Caterpillars, disgusting little fuckers. Unfortunately for us, the place was crawling with them and other little insects too that were insanely attracted to Sebastian for some very strange reason.

My brows furrowed as I watched a beautiful, blue and pink butterfly land gracefully on his forehead, "Are you a bug man or something?"