I sat upright on my bed as I woke up, looking at the sun rays
creeping in through the drapes. I went through my usual morning chores. Brushed
my teeth, had my OJ. I thought about making it a screwdriver, but decided
against it. The bread was fresh and soft. So soft that the butter knife
actually tore it up a bit. As I had my breakfast, I noticed that the table had
a bunch of ants crawling around on it. I bent down and noticed the underside of
it, and there were even more. Suddenly, all I could see were ants. Everywhere.
This had happened almost overnight. I opened the door, and all I could see is an
ocean of ants. They were everywhere, ruining what was supposed to be a tranquil morning.
I switched the TV on, flipped quickly to the news channel,
and a biologist was saying how the human race could end being knee deep in ants.
I smirked at how stupid it sounded, but the more I talked about it, the more
sense it made. While I was reading the newspaper, looking for details on this,
the power suddenly snapped, and so did the telephone lines. Even my cell phone
had no bars now. This was bad.
I got ready and left for work, somehow trying not to notice
the ants, but that is hard to do even when the roads seem to be coated with
them. I slowly killed thousands of ants and park near my office and get off the
car, and immediately, ants started creeping towards the car, and they slowly moved into it. These ants were somehow different. As soon as I got off the car, ants
started flooding into it, and, slowly, started to chew on the leather on the
seats, slowly devouring them. I looked around and realized that this is happening
to literally every vehicle around. I tried to walk to the building, but, the ants
slowly get on my shoes and start chewing them. I tried to kick them away, but
they stuck on. Eventually, the ants climb on to my trousers, and found their way
up to my torso, and then my arms. They chewed hard, and it hurt like hell, but
for some reason, I didn't care. It seemed inevitable, and so, I didn't bother getting
rid of them.
The office was empty, dead silent. I tried to look around, but
the building was just empty, except for the ants of course. I walked outside, and
realized that the car was unusable, so I walked to the main street, but it was
empty. I started pacing now, unable to comprehend what was happening. It all seemed so incoherent. There wasn't a soul anywhere. All I could see was ants chewing away
at everything; I noticed a group of ants bigger than the ones which had infested
my car and the ones at my house. They seemed to be chewing at the buildings.As I
run past the tiring slope, I see the hell that has become of this place. Collapsed
buildings, dead animals, all being feasted upon by the ants. I read a sign that said "Evacuation! Head to the nearest extraction point". Somehow, I had missed it all.
All I could do then was laugh at how pathetic everything had become. The bastard on the TV was right. The human race was going to dogs, oh
wait, it was going to ants. It was truly dying now, and all anybody could do was
accept it and perish, or die screaming. It seemed so calming in the darkest of
ways that it didn't matter who was due on the electric chair, it didn't matter who you loved, it didn't matter
who you hated, it didn't matter who hated you, or who loved you. Absolutely
NOTHING mattered, because, eventually, everything will die. Even the human race, and
that day had finally come.
