It was complete carnage. Nothing less than genocide. Dozens dead and far more wounded. Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers. Sons and daughters mutilated. Relations young and old all dead or dying. They had been ravaged. Crushed. What had started as a feast, a celebration and family get-together, was now the scene of the most sadistic slaughter.
Glaring at the ants feasting on the ice lolly she'd dropped on the sidewalk, the little girl stamped on them a few more times, then made her way back to the shop to buy another.
