A swarm of insect soldiers descends upon you, blocking any escape. One of them buries its proboscis in your torso with near-mechanical efficiency. You feel pain, then numbness, then nothing as you pass out.
You come to hours later, covered in salt, in a dry cavern. Head pounding, you stagger out of the warrens into the arid heath. The wound in your side oozes a filmy blue poison, but it doesn't seem to be fatal...