Storm Mcadrian's They Walk Among The Wheat

They Who Walk Among the Wheat (Working Title) by Storm McAdrian.

When I entered the lonely roadside diner in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. the last thing I expected to see was a place lost in time; beyond time itself. The evening was filled with reports of tornado outbreaks and an unfortunate number of casualties. Adding to such uncertainty was the humidity, it had risen somewhat and made noticeable by the lack of cooling.
The enormous man was the one who first caught my eyes. He was in the far corner like a permanent fixture without shame. As he sat in the normal sized chair, way to normal for him- he greedily scoffed down his dinner. His hair was dirty, and stray curls fell upon his sweaty forehead. His body seemed to have melded with

Matt could hear Hagit laughing then spoke seriously to LuAnne. “Such a liar! You had that slick’er eating out o yo hands.” “I was telling him the truth when the little hellion appeared” “Whacked the son of o bitch real good.” Hagit said coldly. Matt finally knew why his head ached the way it did. “That young fella did nothing wrong. Leave him go.” “And when did you ever know the hellions to give up a fresh meal? Been a long time- been a long time LuAnne. Fresh meat is fresh meat!” Matt came to another realization. He remembered wanting to ask if Edna White was eaten by these creatures then everything blacked out. Now, He was hanging upside down with his arms dangling. “They are going to eat him, rip him apart like Ballentine, cruel bastard.” “Its wrong, they won’t touch him-not if I help him first.” LuAnne says. At that moment a scuffling sound came from the back room. “Looks like they already started, you been softening up Lu.” Hagit says with a smile licking his fingers, “Food was good, best you ever made!” Matt listens attentively as a dead Wheat Baby lay below him. Must have been human meat Hagit’s been feasting on all this time, no wonder he’s a gigantic glob. He thinks to himself yet

The sharp edges of its teeth gnawed away at his fingers which were painful. The unexpected presence of Talons sunken into his forearm as it feasted on his supple flesh was also painful. Not tonight! Matt thought, and in one quick jerk he grabbed a hold of its neck and squeezed suspending it in the air. He could feel the rapid movement of its lower body then the scent of his own blood; his hands were slippery. The clawing from the tiny being did ruthless damage to his arm but he had to escape. He reached up to untie himself only being successful after just a few tries. As he fell to the floor in a loud