Pitch Black

You moan, and it turns out that is not a torch, but a firefly, bigger than any you had seen before. You reach out to touch it, but it bites you on your finger. You suck your finger but a bit of blood drips on the floor and the firefly zooms towards it and srarts trinking it. Feeling disgusted, you stamp on the firefly and it dies. You notice a few pinpricks of light appear in the darkness, and then a lot, thousands of pinpricks, which you realise are in fact fireflys. You mutter a swear-word under your breath as they begin flying towards you.