Then they passed. Continuing on their way, spreading out in an increasingly dispersed cloud. They never spoke, never vocalized anything at all. Just swarmed right over everything. Well, not all of them had gone. A few dozen were gathered around the place where Sarah had struck. They were doing something to the wall, their mouths working, though she couldn’t see exactly what that was. She didn’t want to know. God hadn’t made ants the size of people for good reason.