[ WP ] A group of ants stumbles upon an abandoned ant colony . Inside , they find cryptic warnings scratched on the walls by a series of past inhabitants , foretelling impending doom wrought by something called `` the Human '' .

`` For the last time, there is no Human'', cried Dawkins, his eyes almost rolling into his brain as he spoke to the crowd. 
 
 Heavens, were they stupid. 
 
 `` If there is no human'', sounded an elderly woman's voice, `` What is the rain? And the voice?'' 
 
 Dawkins sighed. It was tiring, discussing with those simpletons. `` The rain falls from the sky, it is a scientific event that 
 happens through the evaporation and then condensation of water in the clouds.'' 
 
 `` The big rain, the one that fell today, is not like the rain from droplets in the sky, you know that!'' Came another voice. 
 
 Dawkins gave up, shaking his head as he was booed off the stage. 
 
 Some ants just wanted to believe, no matter what. 
 
 Ever since they found the writing on the wall. `` Beware of the Human and the acid rain'', ants had gone crazy. 
 
 And then it rained, earlier, and of course, everyone was convinced the rain felt less like water, and more like fire. Acid. Citric. Evil. 
 
 Insisting they could hear voices from over the anthill, as the water poured down. Human voices, like thunders in the sky, speaking in unknown 
 languages of impending doom. 
 
 Lunatics. Crazy ants. 
 
 *Fanatics*, though Dawkins, making his way home through the main tunnel street. 
 
 He felt a drop, on his arm. With a chuckle, he wiped the water away. 
 
 *There it is again*, he though. *the so called'acid devil rain'. * 
 
 Ants were such idiots, with their silly beliefs in the supernatural. Their insistence in assuming that what would destroy 
 them would n't be themselves, but a force beyond their imagination. Some kind of evil god. The'Human'. 
 
 A second drop. Then a third. 
 
 Dawkins wiped the water again, bringing his wet hand close to his nose. He smelled it. 
 
 Acid. A strong, alkaline smell, like a drink. 
 
 *I'm imagining things*, he though, forcing himself to keep walking. 
 
 Another drop. Then another, then another. Then a hundred, then a thousand. 
 
 Soon, he was soaked. He stopped, in the middle of the street tunnel. All around him, ants stuck their faces outside little holes in their homes, watching the empty 
 street with scared eyes, then closing the curtains behind them. 
 
 He looked up. Water, the acid water, was dripping down from every orifice of the anthill. More, much more than ever 
 before. 
 
 *What was going on? * 
 
 `` It's the doomsday!'' Cried a hobo ant, running across the tunnel to the other side. `` The acid rain is now stronger than 
 ever! We were warned! The Human is here!'' 
 
 The ant disappeared on a hole in the opposite wall. 
 
 Dawkins looked up, then ahead at the empty street tunnel again. 
 
 That's when he heard the voice. A thunderous, deep voice, like nothing he had heard before. 
 
 It spoke in a language he could n't understand; yet, inside him, Dawkins knew the words spoke of nothing but evil. 
 
 Doom. Death. 
 
 *The Human God*, Dawkins though, feeling every inch of his body dripping with the cold feeling of the acid water that 
 poured from above, all around him. To his sides, some constructions were starting to crumble, big, solid walls falling apart with the 
 weight of the water that kept falling from somewhere evil, right over their heads. 
 
 *I did n't believe, and now I'm being punished*, Dawkins though, falling to his knees. Ignoring the 
 meaning of the words that thundered above his head, the Human God words, Dawkins dropped all the way to the floor, face touching the wet dirty, eyes pressed 
 closed as he listened to the thundering sound of death, one last time. 
 
 It was the end. 
 
 `` Should I light it?'' Sounded the first thunder voice, with a chuckle. 
 
 `` Wait, I think I have another deodorant can somewhere... Nah'', cried another, a second, even more powerful sounding 
 voice. `` Light the match.'' 
 
 

