Pedro shook his head I would not be so impatient for ants to arrive, you know?
Jenny smiled maliciously I want to see them burn, hear the crunch of their exoskeletons and smell their burnt flesh!
Pedro shook his head dejectedly.
She looked at him in amazement You should want the same more than everybody else, right? Dont you want revenge?
He sighed It wasnt the ants.
Really? And who?
Not who but what!
Jenny nodded embarrassed You are right, sorry, we must not give a sentient dignity to insects by speaking of them as if they were our equals. She recited by heart.
Pedro nodded It was mosquitoes! Endless swarms of mosquitoes that attacked us in our sleep, our guards were looking at the ground, we were all terrified by ants and spiders, but our end was deemed by mosquitoes. He paused drinking a long sip of water: telling that story still troubled him Mosquitoes had never been interested in us until then, never ever just one person had been injured that far, but, for some crazy reason, that night they decided that the moment of revenge had come.
Revenge? snorted Jenny.
Pedro nodded gravely Yes, revenge, I think they are taking revenge.
What for? Jenny retorted trying to contain her perhaps too contemptuous voice out of respect For the thousands of years when we mercilessly crushed them while they sucked our blood?
Pedro shrugged What do I know! he snapped There must be a reason for the destruction and devastation they brought! He picked up a stone from the ground throwing it forcefully A few hours, can you imagine it? They just needed a few hours to wreak havoc on the city and kill almost everyone with their stingers. The memory made him shiver If you were lucky they killed you by drying you up in less than a second, but if they just hurt you, you died all the same in less than ten seconds, but in a much more horrible and painful way: their poison made their victims swell until they literally exploded. Being forced to witness that so many times was horrible.
Jenny, who usually never lacked words and was used to always having the last one, this time was left speechless.
Pedro had turned pale at the memory of what he had witnessed he began to nervously scan the sky. Suddenly, he was shaken by an uncontrollable tremor and grabbed her shoulders forcefully We think we are too intelligent or, better, we think they are more stupid than they really are, they are coming, they will find a way, they will kill us all!
Jenny first hit him with a knee in his stomach and then slapped him so hard his head turned and he tumbled to the ground Calm down soldier! She shouted at him staring at him with a stern martial look This is Last Flame! We will not fall! Never! Got it?
Pedro, red-faced in shame, crawled away holing up in a corner They will come! He whispered.
She took two long steps forward kicking him behind a thigh Shut up, you coward! She furiously warned him One more word and Im sending you out to scout out there!
Pedro fell silent without daring to even breathe in order not to make any noise.
A few hours later Jennys wishes came true.
Ants arrived.
Thousands stormed the inflamed oil ditch.
None passed unscathed and the few who succeeded trampling on the corpses of their sisters were too burnt and intoxicated to continue for more than ten steps.
Last Flame was resisting.
The siege went on for days.
For weeks.
The ants were joined by spiders and centipedes, but they too failed to pass. Last Flame inhabitants observed, intimidated by their seemingly endless number, yet proud that their city was holding the siege.
Meanwhile, the attention of the insects had also turned to other settlements that not being so protected and prepared as Last Flame fell under their cruel pincers and this did nothing but increase the population of refugees flocking to the city.
The rumor of Last Flames heroic resistance had spread throughout North America and many came from all over the former United States to contribute. After more than a year of continuous siege, the population and soldiers were practically more than doubled.
The insects had tried everything, but ants, spiders, centipedes, and others had failed to break through. From the sky, wasps and bees fell to the ground intoxicated by the fumes of oil and were killed by the soldiers. Even swarms of thousands of mosquitoes and flies tried to attack them with the same result and Pedro finally had his longed for as well as unexpected revenge. Last Flame was impregnable.
We will hold out! Jenny rejoiced while burning the eyes of a dying fly enjoying the distinctive sound a gloomy plop they made when they exploded.
Beside her, Pedro lingered in breaking the stinger of a mosquito now charred at his feet into several parts We killed a lot of them! he exulted elated.
The two of them were completely taken by the unstoppable frenzy given by the awareness of winning a battle that everyone thought lost and that was how all the inhabitants of Last Flame felt.
After six more months, the insects had crossed the first burning oil ditch by extinguishing the flames using the corpses of tens and tens of thousands of them.
Jenny exulted observing them through her binoculars Those fools will get auto-exterminated! Let them all burn! Damn!
After the second year of siege, Last Flame recorded that chemical fumes had claimed almost more victims than the insects. Neither masks nor underground shelters seemed enough to protect the weakest of health among whom, unfortunately, there were many children. The situation was such that the city committee ordered all children under fourteen to be denied permission to leave the shelters.
The third year of siege passed without shakings. Insects went on assaulting the city but with much less force and frequency than the previous years both from the ground and from the air. It was almost as if they smelled death, since, unfortunately, Last Flame was becoming this: an impregnable fortress that killed those it defended.
At the end of the fourth year it was clear that staying meant succumbing to the toxicity of the resources that protected them, yet nobody wanted to leave and go away as suggested by health workers. Nobody wanted to abandon the safety of the fire walls and the sky constantly covered by a blanket of stinking black smoke. Nobody wanted nor dared also because Last Flame had lost contact with all the nearby communities and cities over a few thousand kilometers and this could only mean that such communities and cities no longer existed.
The closest city was New Tawa in the territory that was once Canada but it was more than five thousand kilometers from Last Flame. This was no small problem since there were only two ways to safely reach New Tawa.
The first one was using one of the giants era planes, but in order to do so it was necessary to reach the airport which was a couple of kilometers beyond Last Flames first defensive ditch and, even if someone could reach it, nobody knew what they were going to find.
The second one was using the only heavy transport drone left capable of traveling such a distance. The fact, however, was that this drone could carry no more than three thousand people and Last Flame counted millions: so many had arrived so quickly that, by then, no one knew how many were surviving within its walls of perpetual fire.