As Damon was running with the softest steps he could procure, he would run into ants at every corner of every building on his way back to the library.
“Shit, they're everywhere. What the hell is going on, why are there so many of them? Where did come from?”
Damon said in between pants due to running for about a mile while avoiding swarms of ants.
“I hope they haven't reached the cellar yet, but at this point, it seems unlikely that they haven't been there yet.”
Damon picks up the pace, going faster and faster until his muscles scream out in pain. When he arrived at the cellar, everything looked normal.
“Doors still locked, no trace of any ants or people leaving. Good thing.”
Damon types in the code for the cellar and opens the door. Inside the cellar was pure darkness, there was no light to be seen or anybody to be heard.
“Lights off, they're never off. Hello? Is anybody in here?”
Silence.
That is all that Damon was left with. He traces his hand on the wall until he finds the circuit breaker and turns the lights back on, all electronics in the library are being powered by a solar generator in the building across the street. Soon enough with a few flickers, the lights were back in, and the sight left Damon with a pale face and a knot in his throat.
Blood on all the walls, and small chunks of flesh litter the room. And the most damning of all, a gaping hole in the middle of the floor.
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“A GODDAMNED ANT TUNNEL, FUCK”
Damon ran to the cellar door and took the first aid kit that was hanging by the pin pad. He hastily put in the combination and ran out the door, hearing the scuttling of and behind him as he shut the door.
Despite being tired and his muscles on fire, he ran and ran till he found an intact building about 6 blocks away. He picked the lock on the door with a bobby pin, closed the door behind him, and inspected the building.
“Empty, but why was it locked if it was empty?”
His question would soon be answered when Damon went upstairs and found a body hanging from the ceiling, slight decay could be found on the corpse. Damon showed no reaction except a twitch. Knowing he could live with a rotting corpse, he opened the window of the second floor. Damon cut the rope that held the body, then tossed it out the window into the streets.
“It’ll get eaten soon enough. Now, time for house flipping”
The first order of business Damon locked every door and window and covered them with blankets. He was lucky the house had a basement, they are perfect for a hideout and workshop. It is very easy to mute a basement, cover all the walls with mattresses and pillows and put a hefty desk inside for the workbench. And he did just that, there were three beds in the house, quite a few pillows, and an oak wood desk that was well preserved.
His second order of business was to make a new spear, the broom he used for the handle was on the edge of breaking. And the kitchen knife was duller than a baby’s rattle. Damon was lucky, he found a tungsten knife in the kitchen. Which was leagues above what he had previously had, a stainless steel knife. He didn't find a perfect broom handle, but he did find one that was comparable to his previous one. When it wasn't broken anyway.
“Next order of business, scout the surroundings. Make sure I don't live next to a spider's nest or something of the like.”
As Damon got ready, he assessed his body. His muscles were still extremely sore, but with a little rest, he'd be fine. The blood on his face from the ant already coagulated and scabbed, he treated it with some antibiotics and gauze. In a few weeks, it'll only leave a faint scar. After another half-hour rest, Damon got ready to leave and scout the surrounding blocks.