Writing Challenge: Ghost Town [IMAGE HEAVY - GIVE TIME TO LOAD]

I'll start this as soon as I'm finished completely freaking out.

Bartholomew said:

That's the spirit!

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Ba dum dum

I am on. I am with you. As the vanguard leader, I report to the collective that our primary objective proceeds slowly. Earth features more movement than we anticipated, and we have succeeded in converting only the town of Bartholomew, Kansas thus far. Earth also features more carnivores than are advertised on their news broadcasts, which is inexplicably devoted to verbal arguments and accidents involving their machines, rather than vertebrate/invertebrate mass ratios.

Warn off the second wave, until this vanguard achieves a greater foothold. Personal note to food supply specialists: bicycles most nutricious meal to date. I am off.

Oh man, that's CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAZY!!!

That's awesome! Sick, yeah, disturbing, naturally, but totally freakin' awesome!

You can find these critters hanging everywhere like mutant fruit around these parts, but I have never seen anything so fantastically grotesque. Thanks so much. I will have to ponder this one.

My children are so beautiful, they way they work together binding this world that is falling to pieces. This is only the first stage, they will empty and fall, hungry and seeking nourishment. I'm going to need food. That'll be easy enough. The curious will come, the gawkers, the mockers, the ones who go out of their way to step and squish and murder my darlings. Not this time, my children. You can hear them, noises of disgust and fear, shuddering and making faces. They'll take their pictures and make their comments. Then they'll stay at the bed and breakfast, or the inn, or the motor lodge, all close by, all within walking distance.

Night comes, they wave and laugh and sneer, ignoring the muttering woman, draped in layers of clothing, cocooning me. They push their way past and laugh as I stumble. It's hard to keep the disguise, but I've had lots of practice. I shift segments and grip through the cloth, tan on tan, no one notices. The town closes down; lights go out. My children slip and slide against one another, following me, their mother. Unlock the first door and they flow in, across the carpet, up over the footboard. I lean over and paralyze him, 'Dinner's ready!'

Oh, BARF!!!

Note to hungry offspring: leave JoN for last :}