[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a bug making the arduous journey across a parking lot .

Anne's hill had many fertile queens, and many hungry larvae. The nearby bush which had fed the colony with its sugary berries had been torn out by a rampaging yellow beast. A large herd of these gigantic animals had followed, belching smoke, and leaving behind them a layer of sticky black excretions. These droppings had solidified, and now there was a flat layer of bumpy black rock, with occasional white lines. Smaller animals had come in many shapes and colors. 
 
 Riding these small animals were smelly bipeds. They were hardly a danger to Anne, for she fit easily in the cracks between the bumps of the strange black rock. They were no help, either. If one of them would only die, its corpse would provide the food her starving colony so desperately needed, but the beasts proved disappointingly hardy. 
 
 A gigantic mass fell from the sky, missing Anne by millimeters. A blast of cold air knocked her off her feet, and as she struggled to right herself, an impossible taste crossed her antennae. Her senses must be fooling her, for she smelled more sweetness than she had ever smelled before. A massive cone, filled with cold, wet, sugary goodness rose up before her. 
 
 She took a single tiny crumb, barely larger than herself and coated with the sugary goodness. As she set off towards her nest, for the first time since the yellow beast had ripped up the berry bush, Anne felt hope.
