[The bugs seem to vanish as soon as he turns to looks at them. He gets the bright idea to turn his camera sideways or hold it behind his back and snap a picture. Every image comes back with blurry black dots with too many little legs clustered over the lens. Except one.
Through the mess of ants and spiders, there is a man. Prompto whips around, sees the gun, and stumbles back, raising his hands, the camera still clutched in one.]
Whoa, buddy!
[Where did he get a gun? Are there guns here? He wants a gun...
He notices the blood next and takes another careful step back.]