20191201

Day 1,912

It's been five weeks now and they're still finding fresh bodies out in the fields. The farmland belonged to Burtenshaw who continued to deny having anything to do with all the corpses they kept finding and after a few nights of monitoring him and his family, he was ruled out as suspect.

Still didn't stop the dead from turning up every morning. You could turn your back for a literal second, hear a wet thud and there'd be another one all hacked up and lying there in a pool of their own drying blood like they'd been there all night.

We didn't think to look up until one of the newer officers heard faint laughter coming from somewhere over their head and had the misfortune of discovering exactly what had killed almost thirty-eight people and tossed them into the corn like they were just trash.

If you squinted it looked mostly like a storm cloud and there were plenty of those about, though the weather forecast said we should be having clear skies. If it hadn't been for that one perceptive officer we might never have realised that they weren't clouds and they hadn't been clouds all this time.

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