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It was not possibly believable. Not this. He had come through the plane crash, but the insects were not possible. He coughed them up, spat them out, sneezed them out, closed his eyes and kept brushing his face, slapping and crushing them by the dozens, by the hundreds. But as soon as he cleared a place, as soon as he killed them, more came, thick whining, buzzing masses of them. Mosquitoes and some small black flies he had never seen before. All biting and chewing on him.
------- The Hatchet, by Gary Paulsen ---------------------------------What kind of conflict is this?
What is Character VS. Nature