Children Of Corn

Adults laugh in the diner until poisoned tea makes them cough and choke. Victims drop, begging for mercy as chairs scrape and fists pound the locked door. Isaac stares in through the window, smiling faintly. Malachai grins, knife glinting. A man’s hand is forced into the shredder, blood spraying across your face. Screams rise, desperate voices cry “Please!” You calmly wipe the blood away and sip your smoothie, the slurp echoing through the chaos.