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"What the Hell was that?!" A loud boom had just sounded through the underground home of Burt Gummer.
Burt jumped out of bed and hastily made his way to his camouflage truck. Ten minutes later, He found himself driving towards the smoldering remnants of a plane. He leaves his truck and inspects the plane closer. He notices looks over the thing, puzzled by the strange holes in the metal, inconsistent with a crash. The plane had blood splattered all over it, with a few limbs that looked as if they had rotted.
After Burt starts to drive away, the camera turns again toward the crash. Acid drips from one of the holes in the remaining framework of the plane.
A while later, Burt is parking at the town's general store owned and operated by Jodi Chang.
"Hey Burt," says Jodi, currently putting a glass case over the apples.
"What are you doing?" asks Burt, indicating the apples.
"Whenever Twitchell comes here, he just takes one and never pays for it. Now they're protected from him."
"Anyway, did you hear the plane crash last night?"
"Plane crash? I just thought you had a new toy," said the voice of Tyler Reed, who was browsing through a shelf filled with various statuettes of graboids and their relatives. "Were there any survivors?"
"Not that I saw. I did find a rotted human limb, though. I think there's something else going on here."
"You always think that. Why are you suspicious?" asked Jodi.
"Because the limb was rotted," replied Burt
"So?"
"Flesh doesn't rot instantly. It can take days, or even weeks for flesh to rot. That limb had only been there a few hours." Burt explained as though he was telling someone two plus two made four.
"Hey, what's everybody talkin' about?" Agent Twitchell had just walked in. Thunk. Twitchell's fingers banged against the new glass class around the apples he had instinctively reached for. He shot Jodi a dirty look. She replied with a smug smirk.
"Burt here was telling us about a downed plane" said Tyler.
"Funny, that's just what was going to talk to about. I got a call from the military to inform you not to worry about a thing. They'll be right over to clean it up." Burt immediatly walked out of the store.
"What the Hell was that?!" A loud boom had just sounded through the underground home of Burt Gummer.
Burt jumped out of bed and hastily made his way to his camouflage truck. Ten minutes later, He found himself driving towards the smoldering remnants of a plane. He leaves his truck and inspects the plane closer. He notices looks over the thing, puzzled by the strange holes in the metal, inconsistent with a crash. The plane had blood splattered all over it, with a few limbs that looked as if they had rotted.
After Burt starts to drive away, the camera turns again toward the crash. Acid drips from one of the holes in the remaining framework of the plane.
A while later, Burt is parking at the town's general store owned and operated by Jodi Chang.
"Hey Burt," says Jodi, currently putting a glass case over the apples.
"What are you doing?" asks Burt, indicating the apples.
"Whenever Twitchell comes here, he just takes one and never pays for it. Now they're protected from him."
"Anyway, did you hear the plane crash last night?"
"Plane crash? I just thought you had a new toy," said the voice of Tyler Reed, who was browsing through a shelf filled with various statuettes of graboids and their relatives. "Were there any survivors?"
"Not that I saw. I did find a rotted human limb, though. I think there's something else going on here."
"You always think that. Why are you suspicious?" asked Jodi.
"Because the limb was rotted," replied Burt
"So?"
"Flesh doesn't rot instantly. It can take days, or even weeks for flesh to rot. That limb had only been there a few hours." Burt explained as though he was telling someone two plus two made four.
"Hey, what's everybody talkin' about?" Agent Twitchell had just walked in. Thunk. Twitchell's fingers banged against the new glass class around the apples he had instinctively reached for. He shot Jodi a dirty look. She replied with a smug smirk.
"Burt here was telling us about a downed plane" said Tyler.
"Funny, that's just what was going to talk to about. I got a call from the military to inform you not to worry about a thing. They'll be right over to clean it up." Burt immediatly walked out of the store.