(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-)
I was screaming.
Me. I. Myself.
I was alive, and I was screaming at the top of my mental lungs. Later, I realized that was probably the only thing that prevented me from being killed. I had paused in the middle of a frenzied battle, and the red ants should have torn me apart. Instead, all of the ants froze for a second, overwhelmed by the massive voice inside of their tiny heads.
I didn't think that anything could overpower an ant's drive to kill, even for a second, but somehow my thought-speak scream had done the job. They started moving again, but by then I was gone. All of the red ants were in the queen's chamber, and I was rocketing up the tunnel, climbing over dead bodies of all colors to just reach the surface.
I have instantly developed claustrophobia. The tunnels are crushing, dark, and tiny. I run into a stray red ant, limping, left behind because she is missing all but two of her legs. She tries to attack me, but I run past. I am disgusted by her, but I refuse to kill her.
Mercy, right? That's a human thing. And I'm human.
I burst from the tunnel and into daylight. I can barely see, but even the ant eyes can tell that it is brighter than inside of the tunnels by an order of magnitudes.
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-)
Oh. I am still screaming. I don't even know exactly how I am doing it. I'm not sure I can stop.
I scurry, scuttle, dash at top speed away from any hint of pheromones, enemy or other. The ant brain stirs at a whiff of The Enemy, but I clamp it down.
No, ant brain. I am in control.
Me. I. Myself.
I run, not knowing where I am running to but knowing exactly what I am running from. I know it all too well. I have no mouth, and I must scream. So I do.
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-)
Suddenly, I felt myself lifted into the air. My environment had changed from dry and sunny to wet and dark.
(Hey, what - No!) I yelled. I tried to stand, but the squishy ground shifted continuously underneath my feet. I manage to scramble around the area, touching the sides of this area I was in with my antennae. After a few seconds, I realized that it was completely enclosed. Almost all sides were soft, squishy, and wet, but there was one side that was filled with a row of bumpy, hard mountains.
The image that my ant sense had created clicked with my human memories, and I realized with a sense of dread where I was.
I was inside of a mouth.