MORPH9 CLEVELAND GOES TO TOWN

Cleveland was singing away to his loud country music, while making another batch of honey. He had already eaten a honey sandwich, and would soon be making another. It was a tradition he always kept.  New batch,  new sandwich.

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 Fifty yards from his hut,  stood a six by eight shed, which held a large generator and  five of the large size gas cans,  a lawnmower and tools. The electrical wire ran under ground. Then on the back-end of this shed, a special room holding  only a portable toilet and sink.  He did not believe in getting caught squatting behind a tree, besides he enjoyed the comforts of a magazine and a locked door.   

Cleveland stood five eight and had thick jet black hair. His Bees were everything to him. When he was not at work, which he held for twenty-five years, you found him with his bees. This he worked at practically all his life. His father taught him when he was six, now he has his own bees. If one were to  meet him, they would think,  he was  grumpy.  But if you knew him, you would know he was a very nice man.  It is that he was raised by his father to be very strong-willed. [If you want it, get it].  And that is what Cleveland was all about, he let nothing get in his way. No Barrier could stop him. The only time no ment no was when he wasn’t asking. Other wise no ment no. Plus he had 100 & 2 wise cracks stored under his belt. He always had something quick to say when need be. But then there were times when he said nothing at all. Just look at you for a moment or two then quietly look away. Cleveland was a good stable man.

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And right now, he was doing what he wanted, preparing jars of honey and eating it, unaware of the outside world and what was happening in the small town three miles from his Bee-hut.

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Dead people littered the town everywhere. Dead cats. Dead dogs. Dead birds. Death everywhere. Another red flash followed by the third painstaking screech.  Then all would be silent. Power started turning off, electrical currents came up from the ground. Telephone lines were catching fire and exploding. Sattel light dishes gave off sparks and burned out. Anything with an alarm went off until it died out. Everything dead had bled from the ear nose and eye. Everything dead started to dry up,  turning to dust. A vapor could be seen swarming up to the atmosphere.

He spun quickly as his music turned off. There he saw Iola, she was bleeding from her nose, and he noticed,  it running down her left ear. “What did you do . . .Fall down like a baby?  You need to wash, there is a sink and a cloth out-back. Go use it.”  He gave a small chuckle.  “Cleveland something is wrong . . .Something happened . . .Everything went red, and this loud noise, something is wrong.  Didn’t you hear it.”  Yeah , yeah you are red and wrong.” He smiled at her. “Now get washed.”   “Cleveland look at me.”  He stopped what he was doing.   “Something happened out there. . .Do i look normal to you, i’m bleeding from my nose and ear, everything hurts, please i’m scared. Something is out there.”

Meanwhile  Sarophia’s mother was a pile of red dust and Steve‘s head bob out of the water and he swam to the empty boat. The only thing he saw was red dust and no sign of his best friend. The only thing that could be heard,  was Sam’s name,  being called out over and over again. Steve went back under water to search for his friend incase he fell overboard.

Sarophia stayed in the dark under ground,  where her mother told her to stay,  with the threat that should she come out,  before her mother came for her, mommywould kill her cat.  Sarophia was old enough to know mommy always did what she said she was going to do. So she stayed underground in a [ u ] shaped dugout, way in the back and around the turn,  up against the wall with her flashlight, where she would wait,  but for now,  she fell a sleep crying as the wait was too long.

Don't dare come out. Mommy will kill your cat

And  right now,  in the small town everything with-in a forty-foot range of them, lie dead, {people, cats, dogs, birds and other creatures }. And from everything dead,  came a gray hazy smoke being drawn up,  into the mouth of the two hot white. This is happening world-wide on your country side. All humanity would suffer this way of death unless something can be done.

• These two Hot White will breed every 24 hours, shooting out six entities at one time.  To explain . . .
• Every country has two Hot White and they will feed.
•  Each give birth to six new forms making 12 + 2 = 14 which will feed and join.
• Each giving birth to six more making 14 x 6 = 84 which will feed and join and birth and so on and so forth. 
• Three days here will be 504 ready to fed and birth leaving day four 3024 . . .And so on and so forth and nothing can stop them.  Your world will be over You can not stop us.