When the end came, it wasn't from the stars. It didn't come from under the sea, or the darkest jungles, or a secret lab. It came from everywhere. They had watched us, learned from us, and remembered.
And one by one, they began their assault.
The children went first. Out in open fields, forests, playgrounds. Revenge for their fallen brethren, and their ruined homes. Then the crops and livestock.
Until, one by one, every major landmass was lost.
We few survivors thought ourselves safe out on the islands. When we saw the leaves wash ashore, we thought nothing of it. We didn't know they were rafts. Now, we've lost the beach.
And we can only watch, helpless, as the ants come marching, one by one.