The ants were crawling all over him. Their bites stung deep into his flesh, the pain floated through his veins, etching him from within.
Nooo! Get them off me! Aaaaahhh!
Everyone else was screaming the same way. There was no one to help. No escape.
A species of ants had started appearing around the globe. It had it’s origin in South America, but it was seen everywhere. It had been spreading with the planes, it seemed. Somehow the species was getting attracted to human transport.
They seemed to adapt well to almost any climate. Everywhere they were reproducing at a high speed. They invaded houses and trees. Soon the situation was declared a global crisis, but it was too late.
The ants had a new kind of acid. It seemed to be invented, not evolved. The ants shoved no other signs of elevated intelligence. They were just ants. Ants with a new invention. A new way of surviving.
One day they attacked. Everywhere at once.
He was lying on the floor. The strong acid was destroying his internal organs. The pain started withering away with everything else.
Some called it a war, but it was a massacre. Mankind was no longer the dominant species of this world. Humans were once again on the edge of extinction.