“…Aye Captain, over and out,” I say into the mouthpiece. I turn some knobs and push several buttons to adjust to the altitude and wind currents. I look around me enjoying the gorgeous panorama above the clouds scene. I lower the helicopter a couple hundred feet to see the area I was assigned to oversee. Anonymous tips had foul play in the area. To people nowadays, foul play consisted of mostly a noise, that may be unusual but not anything dangerous or a possible hazard to anyone or the environment.
I switched to auto pilot mode to observe more carefully. Reaching underneath the seat, I felt around for the familiar hard surface of my binoculars. Binoculars normally only magnify things to seven times greater than they actually are, but mine were specially made for looking at small objects thousands of feet in the air.
I positioned the binoculars around my eyes and gazed through with newfound recognition of my surroundings. Three houses within a mile of each other and nothing bur cornfields in between lay before me. I take one last look at everything before taking the binoculars away from my eyes. I quickly place them back as a glob of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue pop up in the middle of one of the cornfields. Now with the special magnifying power, my eyes catch the smaller details. Like the fact that all of them have a round red nose, white face, and ridiculous outfits on. I look around them and notice a huge gap in the ground, big enough to place a mobile home in.
I move my head around taking in the full picture. All around the giant hole, what looked like dead bodies lie piled up about the height of a toddler. The people looked as if they were arguing, their hands gesturing wildly to the left and right. I shook my head trying to wake up from whatever bad dream I was having. People dressed as clowns don’t usually stand about arguing with a slew of brutally murdered people just piled up beside a ginormous hole in the ground. If I wasn’t weary of clowns before, I was now.
I flew lower to get a closer look but still high enough in the air to not look to suspicious. I spotted a heap of automatic guns not too far from the clowns. Another pile of what looked like more guns only this time they appear to be legal in the United States.
After assessing the weapon stash, I turned my attention to the bodies everywhere. Everyone seemed to have been killed with one of the two types of guns. My eyes hardened as I saw the women and children slaughtered with probably no hesitation. What kind of coldblooded murderers could those freaks be? I felt bile rise in my throat as I thought of what the scenes of the crimes must have looked like and the people affected by the killings.
A red flashing light brought me out of my revere. Electrical Short flashed repeatedly. Dumbfounded I just stared in horror. I try to reroute some of the necessary electrical appliances but everything shut off one by one. First, the lights on all the controls in front of me go out. Next, the air conditioner shuts off, but not without putting up a fight. As the air conditioner sputtered to a stop, everything else electronic shut off. The helicopter hung in midair for a split second before spiraling to the ground. I felt myself defy gravity and not a moment later, I felt the shock of hitting the ground. My nerves, already jarred from falling so quickly, couldn’t register any more unusual sensations. As a result, my brain shut itself off to the world so it could reorganize its self.
I open my eyes to the sound of flesh meeting flesh and thud of bodies hitting the ground as they’ve been shot dead, for the second time. My eyes open in recognition, the bodies that were once piled one on top of the other were not only moving around they were all looking at the clowns like they were a piece of delicious meat all wrapped in ridiculous clothes and makeup. One of the newly awakened dead stepped forward and the ratted old clothes just hung off of the bodies small frame. Death really must have done it some good.
