PINCERS - by Tioluwani Aina

He still remembers how everything went that day. He thought it was one of those cool displays done during Christmas or New Years, when a character from a popular show was displayed on the holographic dome. It was different this time though. Tangible, even. Real.Tom just had a great day at the office. A client he had tried to close for weeks finally agreed to work with the company. A full fledged eight figure deal done and secured! He had to celebrate.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000403181.jpg"/>On his way home, he branched the liquor store nearby to buy himself the finest cognac. Throwing his briefcase and suit every which way, he settled into his sofa to watch the news, liquor in hand. The client was a pretty big deal, so he was anticipating the tale at the office be told on cable.He couldn't believe what the news broadcasted instead. The correspondent seemed to be running for her dear life as she motioned towards the shaky camera screaming for help. She mentioned something about ants but the TV static didn't let her finish.The cognac started to taste bitter in Tom's mouth as uncertainty began to diffuse across his mind. He opened the trending tab on Twitter and saw some posts tagged, <a class="tc-blue external-link external-link external-link" href="https://twocents.space/insights/tag/gi" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#gi</a>-ants. Tom let out a smug laugh and chalked the post up to hippie paranoia, surprised they could even operate a phone at this point. Those ones are always looking for God-knows-what in the woods. Of course this is crazy new to them. But the more he scrolled, the more he realised this was no conspiracy theory. He called his parent's and sibling's homes severally to check on them, only for the calls to get sent to voicemail each time, back to back.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000403182.jpg"/>What do I do? What do I do? He ran outside, started his car and drove with the intention of getting to the sunset's centre. Anywhere else was better than here. Tom had reached the outskirts of the city when the road below him began to cave in.His foot hit the gas and put the gears on reverse, attempting to maneuver his way out of this brand new problem. The road caved harder with a force so great, it made the car drift across the dirt road in fierce circles until it jammed itself onto a tree.The last thing the remaining measures of Tom's strength allowed him to see before his eyes closed out was the stuff of nightmares.

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