Inteachán began to run.
She still had hold of her rucksack and she knew she had to get away. As she ran Inteachán brushed herself with her free hand, scooping the insects of out her hair and off of her face. There was nothing she could do about the hundreds of cockroaches now inside her clothes.
Though the sensation was totally unendurable, Inteachán kept running.
It was all she could do.