WILL YOU SURVIVE...? Book 1: Mortey The Killer Carni Clown
Author: J.D. Brown, B&B Games CEO

Chapter 4
The Unbeknownst

CHAPTER 4: The Unbeknownst

 

July 7th 1:09pm, Strawberry County Carnival, Richfork IA

 

The call the cop made, moments before he died by the stray bullet, went through and the ambulance was on its way, as well as more authorities. What they were heading into though was beyond they’re comprehension. Especially four blocks from the carnival at the intersection of North St. & Smith Ave!

JEREMIAH was reaching over 90 M.P.H. on JOKER’s bike with ZOMBIE & GHOST right behind him. JEREMIAH cut the bike a hard left the same time the ambulance was entering the intersection. JEREMIAH laid the bike on its side a second too late and his head collided with the ambulance bumper. JEREMIAH’s body went underneath in a gnarly pretzel twist.

ZOMBIE wasn’t but a flash behind JEREMIAH and jousted the bike at the ambulance’s grill, catapulting ZOMBIE off the seat, and shattering the windshield with his face, instantly snapping his neck.

GHOST jarred his bike to the right where he t-boned a car, launching him over ten feet in the air and rag-dolled on the hot pavement.

 

JAXSON & CROWMAN rested behind the beer tent, sitting on the grass. As JAXSON was taking his first hits, CROWMAN asked JAXSON what the ‘rank’ smell was. JAXSON explained it was the CO2 tank for the kegs and CROWMAN nodded saying, “Oh yeah,” in agreement, lighting up his blunt in bliss.

 

MORTEY was closer to PAT than RICK realized. When RICK shot the 45 wildly, PAT crouched forward in fear while still in motion from LARRY’s shrew shove. RICK still had the 45 in his hand but it felt heavy since he almost wasted PAT, the girl he loves, by mistake! But that thought completely changed when MORTEY reached out and grabbed PAT by her throat, lifting her off the ground!

I won’t let her suffer! RICK thought, aimed, and shot. And shot. And kept shooting as if his fingers were possessed!

With tears in his eyes, RICK’s reality came to view as he realized the gunshots were not a repeated click. Nine loud shots repeatedly rocked the atmosphere, blasted the life out of PAT, and hit MORTEY a few times. MORTEY was motionless on the ground on his back. PAT’s fadingly pale face was planted in MORTEY’s shoes. RICK, disbelieving what he had just done, fumbled the gun with shaking fingers, and ran.

 

LARRY was far behind NORMAN but both were running to the gaming area, away from MORTEY. When nine more gunshots rang out, both ducked as they ran. But NORMAN heard a distant sound he recognized immediately: screams from JESSICA & SHA-NENE! NORMAN stopped, looked, and focused on the Ferris Wheel where he saw a skinny man, in the very top seat, was shoving a woman out of the ride!

 

LEON and OLIVIA watched in horror as a young teenage boy aimed the dead cop’s gun and waste an entire clip into the back of a girl that this horrific clown-man was chocking. The face the boy had showed it was a mercy killing for the victim and an intentional killing to the attacker. But it worked as several bullets passed through the girl and into the killer clown. Then, all was silent after the mentally broken boy ran away. LEON, unable to move or even feel his newly numb feet, whispered to OLIVIA about her condition. OLIVIA was a mentally blank slate, literally eye glazed at all that had happened.

 

PRESTON, furious by the sound of gunshots, meaning there would be ‘something more’ for him to clean up, walked into his shed, and started up the fastest thing he could drive toward the disruption: a double-decked riding mower with two sets of blades, one on each side. PRESTON dropped it into High gear.

 

MOE bolted the grounds on foot, realizing there was next to no one around. The last sight of life he saw were people hightailing to their cars near the grassy parking area. Every inclination told him to leave the carnival, but something was happening, and people needed help!

As MOE ran, from a distance, he saw two people he knew instantly: LEON & OLIVIA. Both were lying on the paved path; one moving, one not. About twenty feet away from them two more motionless people: one face-down and one face-up.

 

R.I.P. Oldest Brother JEREMIAH

R.I.P. Biker ZOMBIE

R.I.P. Teenage Girl PAT

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