Day of All Days

Day of All Days

The barn door swings open slightly. A man barely alive is pulling himself out the door by his hands leaving behind him a trail of blood. The man is missing his legs from the waist down. They were pulled off by what, he had no idea. He was working on a tractor when something grabbed his feet pulling him to the ground. He reached for a sidestep on the John Deere Tractor, wrapping his hands around it as tight as he could. Instantly both his legs were torn like a piece of paper being ripped in half from his torso. He is losing a considerable amount of blood. From the house one hundred yards away, he could hear the blood-curdling screams of his wife.

John is returning to the ADM Farm in Grangeville, Idaho, to pick up another full load (approximately 46000 Lbs.) of grain and deliver it to the Port of Lewiston. There, at the Lewis-Clark Terminals, the grain is transferred to barges. John makes the left-hand turn down the gravel road to the ADM Farm.

Passing through the large timber framed gates of the farm he drives towards the silos where he will reload his 40-foot grain hopper trailer. John passes by the maintenance barn and instantly brings the truck to a quick stop. Laying in the dirt outside the barn door was half a body. He climbs down out of his truck and runs to the body. Looking at the face his fears are confirmed, it is the farmer. John follows the trail of blood back inside the barn. He finds no reason for the farmer's legs to be separated from his body. He doesn’t even find the legs.

John stood there trying to figure out what had happened when he heard a beastly sound behind him. Turning around, he instinctively ducked. A large slimy hand attached to a large grotesque arm swooped an inch over his head. John scrambled as fast as he could towards the open barn door. Stopping at the door he looked back. There was no arm or hand or any sign of a creature. Where did it go? John quickly ran to his truck. Looking at the farmer's house it looked like another body was lying on the steps of the porch. Oh No.

John ran toward the house scanning in all directions. His fears are once again confirmed, it is the farmer's wife. The body was ripped to pieces and looked as if parts had been partially eaten. John looked away when a sudden blast of air blew through him like a shock wave of an explosion. He fell back against the mangled body on the steps. Quickly standing back up he shook off the small body parts that had stuck to him. Covered in the woman's blood he started to run back to his truck.

He heard a car coming fast, and he stopped. Looking down the gravel road that leads to the farm there was a police car racing towards him, lights flashing, siren blaring. John watched, suddenly the police car lifted off the ground and flipped through the air about a hundred yards into a field. It looked like a baseball pitcher had taken the car, reared his arm back, and thrown it like a fastball toward home base.

John turned back toward his truck, took two steps and a body fell out sky landing ten feet in front of him. Looking at the bloody battered body he didn’t know who this person was, but the body was also badly mangled, and parts eaten on it. He looked up and saw more bodies falling towards him. He quickly ducked under his trailer. Bodies began to fall all around him like a heavy hailstorm.

John waited under his trailer hoping the bodies would stop falling. He heard a familiar sound from his tour in Afghanistan. A major gunfight had broken out at another farm across the road from the ADM farm. It appeared by now that the bodies had stopped falling from the sky. He cautiously looked out from under the trailer. Not seeing any more bodies, he quickly climbed into the truck cab. It became apparent he was not going to drive anywhere. There were several mangled bloody bodies on the hood of his Peterbuilt 389. The windshield was smashed in, and the roof was partially pushed down.

The gunfight was still going in the distance. John reached into a bag between the seats and pulled out his Ruger 357 and the box of shells. Climbing out of the truck he started to move towards the sounds of the gunfire. Looking across the field where the police car had landed, it was now on fire. As he approached the main road a large, fast object flew about a hundred feet over his head. It made no sound and was out of sight in two seconds.

John ran across the road and started up the long gravel driveway that ran to the farmhouse of this property. The farmhouse was about a quarter mile from the main road. Suddenly the farmhouse exploded, and John hit the ground with his arms over his head. Pieces of the house rained down around him. Once the exploded house parts stopped raining down, he looked up. Something was coming towards him. It wasn’t human and it was large.

Next to him to his left was an irrigation ditch. John rolled into it and crawled into a concrete pipe under a small side road. The creature walked past him dragging two bodies with it. John watched as the creature stopped at the main road, bit off half, ate that half of one of the corpus, throwing the other half out toward the burning police car. It continued walking down the road dragging the other body with it.

  Two more police cars came racing down the main road. The creature disappeared in a flash. Again, John felt a blast of air over him, pushing him further into the concrete pipe. The second police car in line was lifted and thrown high into the air. John watched as a round-flying craft came to a quick stop and blasted the police car into thousands of pieces like it would use a clay pigeon for target practice at a gun range.

John slowly crawled out from the pipe, looked around, and listened. It was eerily quiet, nothing was moving. Darkness was approaching.

John walked toward the exploded house. Stepping over many mangled bodies and pieces of house as he made his way to an open wheat field. Looking across the field towards the town of Grangeville it appeared that the entire town was on fire.

Looking towards the horizon, far off in the distance, explosions were in the air. He didn’t know who was shooting at who or who was winning. John looked at his watch. That figures, it is October 31^st.