Awakening of The Giants
Now that I look back, the signs were so clear, how could we as human-beings with our pride of intelligence have not seen it or noticed what was going on, right in front of our eyes.
I remember walking to the office in the morning, and noticing the clouds, all so dark and unruly, winds so strong in the sky that clouds were being streaked around, on a supposedly hot summer day. When the first tremor shook my pencil off the desk, I was pretty irritated, then it dawned that I hadn’t bumped in to the table. They were mild shakes, more like a hand rubbing along the surface of a globe.
I remember my mom mentioning that the ants had disappeared, the same ones that just didn’t cease to bother her day in and day out.
Now, we sit here hidden in broken buildings, running for our lives when the coasts are clear, fearing if we did survive another day.
Food is hard to come by, water is almost non-existent.
It was a nest, don’t you get it, a nest so advanced, that it had an ecosystem