BLOOD LUNCH OF THE MEGA SKEETERS- EPISODE TWO

*** It's time for another episode of our cheesy 1950's style horror serial Blood Lunch of the Mega Skeeters! For anyone who missed the first part here is the link-



http://deadbydawn66.blogspot.com/2014/09/blood-lunch-of-mega-skeeters-episode-one.html


Happy Halloweenie and Happy Skeetering!

Henry sat at the end of the conference table and half listened to all the chaotic jabber going around the room. The afterglow from the most glorious bowel movement he had made in all of his 57 years prevented him from scowling at some of the things people were saying.

"-Goddamn alien bugs-"

"-That woman's crazier than cow shit if you ask me-"

"-Brandy's parents should be spared such talk-"

"-Those poor kids-"

"-What do you think, Sheriff?"

The question broke his concentration and he grumbled in efforts to clear his throat as well as his thoughts.

The deputies and office help all seemed to believe this grumbling was some sort of precursor for the responses they felt obliged to getting. Their eyes turned in their sockets towards the Sheriff like ball bearings and all their lips were zipped up like flies on a pair of levis. With his thoughts still patting him on the back from a shit well done as any job he only greeted them with silence until the phone on the table rang.

"Yeah?!" He screamed into the mouth piece.

As he listened to the voice on the other end everyone looked all around the table at each other. With nothing to go on but copious uh-huh's and really now's on the Sheriff's end of the conversation they all seemed to grow bored of this and as he eased the phone back into it's cradle their stares all stopped on him.

He met each and every one of these stares with not so much as a sound. Though he was the one who had just gotten off the phone it was almost as if his expression were inquiring theirs.

Sheriff Lewis again cleared his throat, much softer this time, and spoke.

"That was the morgue," was all he could manage to get out before the chaos erupted again.

Words were flying so fast and furious that they were incomprehensible.

The Sheriff banged both of his fists on the table and yelled for everyone to be silent.

As he did so the final words out of his mouth seemed to coincide with Deputy Roy Pugh's question.

"What did he say?"

The room grew so quiet that if a gnat had farted the echo would sound like a bomb blast.

"What killed those kids, Sheriff?" Someone else chimed in before he could answer.

Henry Lee Lewis had seen a lot of crazy shit in both his professional and personal life experiences. Somehow none of it seemed to compare with what he was just told.

"He's still got more tests to run-"

The pause in his voice was enough to slaughter curiosity all around the room as if it were a group of heads ripe for decapitation. He gulped like it was his own head now ready for the chopping block before he spoke again.

"Man said that it looked like they had all been bitten by skeeters-"

The looks on all the faces around the room were of puzzlement.

"-Big ones."


*

 “Big ones?”  One ruddy faced man with a very wide bumpy nose inquired.

“There’s some reason I think yer BIG ONES exceeds the norm of big skeeters anyone round here’s used to seeing…”

Henry looked around the room and wondered what was happening to the so called human race. Such a display of flesh and stains...

“Okay, like I said testing is still being done here. If there is some larger than normal skeeters flying around, then I would suggest everyone try to be inside by sunset.”

A woman with one big curler hanging off the side of her head shouted, “Wonder if some of those anti- bug sprays would work to keep them away from us?” As she shook her finger in the air.

"Maybe a goverment fog truck, eh?"

No one seemed to pay attention to what she said.

The room suddenly filled with a thick shit smell; causing some people to start waving in the air with some ewwwwws, and what’s that smell? 

One guy in heavily used unwashed coveralls even looked at the bottom of his shoes slowly, one by one.  

Someone shouted “Who Farted?”

No one fessed up, but one hefty woman in a bursting tube top was studying her fingernails seemingly oblivious…

“Never mind the smell people!!! What else did the guy at the morgue say?” Some man in the back shouted.

Sheriff Lewis knew he had to proceed with caution. Giving too much information could cause a panic, but giving too little could cause harm too.

"Look we have very limited information. He really didn't say much else than they seem to be big skeeters. Let's figure out what the plan is to protect ourselves from any further attacks. I need to make some phone calls. Please everyone, go back home." 

He realized that he was sounding ridiculous and needed to try harder.

"I need to get together with the other authorities now and prepare the press release. Please everyone, get back home and keep yourselves and your families inside. Keep the TV on a local channel and there will be more information forthcoming." 

He was pretty proud of himself for that statement...

Suddenly he felt a hard slap on his face that he didn't see coming. 

"Sheriff, how dare you! You're talkin' to us like we are imbeciles! GIVE US MORE INFORMATION DAMN IT!!!" 

The perpetrator - a pretty woman with a blonde up-do and a tight red plunging shirt yelled in his face.

Lewis found himself wide eyed and looking down at the woman’s jiggling breasts rather than at her eyes and was presented with another slap…only this one was almost playful; or was he just dreaming....

“Sheriff”, the jiggling red shirt said, “Tell us everything you know, NOW!”

"Now I've told you everything. Go home now and wait for further communication that you all will get. Oh and, all family members of the deceased, please report to the conference room at the end of the North hallway."

With that he turned on his heel and darted out of the room. He was dumbfounded and just wished he could crumple up this day and throw it in the trash.