The End Of Days : The Weekend Freewrite-10/27/2018

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Where are they coming from?" She Screamed. The window was black, covered with buzzing flies. Time is no more on our side and I can see Lucy panting, shaking like a leaf about to abort from a tree, sweating bit by bit, I knew I had to do something before she freaked out on me and screamed out. The scream could be a call for help and it could go south too, bringing unwanted attention, either way, I want nothing of that, so I tried as much as I could to calm her nerve down. Told her to cover her mouth and close her eyes to large amount of flies swam us round about.

Why trying to hold her down I couldn't stop thinking, is this an attack, who even engineered this whole thing, are we looking at the world's end in a bit, why does this look so similar, like something that has happened before. Oh, the biblical story of Moses and Pharaoh.
"You need to count them. All of them!!" Best to hide them behind the house. The instruction over the radio for that's the last statement heard from the signal box. I don't know what to count and what to hide, am lost of what is happening, no one in sight with a little girl who is already in tears, I think I've got to cry for help at their time.

Then came the bigger ones, there buzzing frequencies is just a little lower than a drone flight, bigger than flies I've seen. Something is amiss in here, how could flies be this much and look this big, is this what am to count? What do I hide under the house. What is all this.

Frost covered the windshield, the weather has been foggy for some days now and we are readily notified about that, as I make way to grab one of the car and screech out, some horrible owl sounds were begining to emerge out of the swam, looks like the flies were up to something. Looking back to see a human-figure like, all full of flies, I don't know if those flies formed the shape or a human being is actually behind it.

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...My entry into @mariannewest #weekendfreewrite.

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