You succumb to servitude.
You continue on your way to the hills. Along the dirt road, you begin to see the smooth peaks on the mounds of dirt. Each one is covered with rugged patches of grass. Oddly however, you notice numerous cavernous holes in the ground, as large as your apartment back in the city. Despite the ominous sign, excitement fills your tired body and you make your way to the first mound you see. It is almost dark, but you start the burial process anyways. You climb atop the low hill and place the box of ants on the peak of the hill. You want to show your dedication to the souls of the ants you have hurt. You praise and thank the ants for their companionship to you. Your aching muscles stretch as you crouch and bow down to the box, oblivious that this would be the last position you would hold.
Interrupting your session of pray, a massive worm, it's body as thick as a skyscraper, launches from a nearby hole. You turn your head in the direction of the worm's eruption from the ground. It's gaping mouth opens before you and you see sharp carnivorous teeth that glisten an ugly liquid. Its unbearable stench simultaneously blinds and paralyzes you.
The worm untangles from the ground, revealing the bulk of it's body. In one massive glory of wonder, it's many grotesque features pique the interest of your weak mind as it swallows you whole.