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Graham watched as someone left the crash site and started running towards the barn, he grabbed the pitchfork off the bale of hay and exit the barn. He aimed the pitchfork at the person. "Hey you! What the in the fuck do you think your doing?" He asked him. "First you crash a plane into my silo then you try running into my farmhouse?" He jabbed the guy with the shaft of his pitchfork. "You think you can just do these things? You thin-What the...?" He was looking at a thing that had left the crash site, blood covering it's body and an arm hanging from it's jaws. "What's that in his mouth?" He asked, his eyes widening as the thing neared, stumbling towards them. Moaning and biting at the air, it's crazed eyes scanning them. Graham gulped. "I'm guessing he's not one of you're friends?" He asked, almost hopefully, he tightened his grip on the pitchfork. The thing would reach them in about 15 seconds. He backed away as the thing followed him, blood dripping from the severed arm, on closer inspection it was easy to see it's neck was hacked open and one of it's own arms were gone..Graham gulped once again, seeing that the fabric on the one half of the arm matched the other half in it's mouth. "Back off..What are you? What the fuck are you? What do you want? Answer me you fuck!" He yelled at it as several more appeared from the crash site, staggering towards them, moaning and biting at the air too. One crawled as it's legs were no longer attached and one dragged a leg hung on by a few threads of bloody skin behind its self. Graham gagged, he had seen animals gouged open but this was different. A person ran out screaming, being cut down as he ran right into one of the things, a scream then a few chomps and strained pained cries were heard. Graham had to hold down the sick as he turned to the barn. "To the barn!" He said as he started running towards it.