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--File 006: Wynona--

10/03/XXXX

The video begins almost immediately after the last. Blaine is now holding the camera, but after a moment, Emma takes it from him, though her hands are somewhat shaky, mitigated slightly by the device's built in stabilizer.

Blaine: "You all right?"

Emma stomps her feet, presumably to remove maggots.

Emma: "Yeah. Wish I hadn't yacked. As if these things needed more to munch on..."

Blaine: "Try not to think about that, or you'll get sick again. If you want to leave, you can. I won't hold it against you."

Emma: "I really think we need to call the cops now, Blaine. Maybe we should both leave. This is way above our pay grade, or literally our right."

Blaine: "I have to know if Wynona is okay."

Emma pauses, and the camera focuses on Blaine's face. There is something there that suggests he is desperate and familiar with some sort of similar situation, and is perhaps reliving something.

Emma: "Are you okay? Are you sure we should be doing this? Are you going to be okay?"

Blaine: "Are you?"

Emma: "...No. I won't be okay if I don't know, either."

There is resignation in her voice.

Emma: "Fuck it. Move on, before I lose my nerve and my mind. I think I'm shutting down, to keep moving like this."

Blaine: "The brain will try to compartmentalize in times of crisis. I think I read that somewhere."

Emma: "You a psychology student?"

Blaine: "No. Cinematography, like Wynona."

Emma: "Ah."

They are talking to distract themselves, but both of their voices are competing for dominance over the low, insistent hum of flies that are still present in the room and the house as a whole. They pause to take in the kitchen, at a loss, and move into another narrow hallway leading off of the kitchen. The walls skitter with flies, and the volume of the buzzing increases with agitation, but these flies do not take off at their approach. The floor is still a mass of writhing maggots, illuminated occasionally by Blaine's now permanently present flashlight.

Emma: "I have never seen flies act like this, have you?"

Blaine: "Never. It's like they're just annoyed at us."

Emma: "I feel like I've stepped into their domain, or something, and I'm the trespasser."

Blaine: "It's going to put me in therapy for at least five years."

He is obviously trying to joke, but it falls flat, partly because of the anxiety in his voice and the tension of the situation. Neither of them laugh.

They arrive at a door and pause. Blaine nods to Emma, who takes a step back, and then he opens the door. They both immediately drop themselves lower, in anticipation of the cloud of flies that burst fourth out of the room. Blaine rises first, takes a look in the room, and visibly pales; he shuts the door before Emma can move the camera to look inside.

Emma: "I thought we were documenting this for the cops?"

Blaine: "It's Henry's room. Her brother's."

Emma: "Is he in there?"

Blaine: "...Yes."

There is a long pause, and Emma seems to realize what he must have seen. She says nothing, but there's a sound of extreme distress behind the camera, which shudders.

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Blaine: "I think... Brittany was in there, too."

Emma: "I talked to her. Briefly, yesterday."

Blaine: "These people look like they've been dead for days."

Emma: "...I don't understand how that can be."

Blaine: "Maybe... maybe... maybe these flies caused increased decomposition?"

Emma: "Maybe we should keep looking for Wynona... we can leave the science for the cops when they get here. She can explain it all to us when... when we find her. Alive."

There is a note of near hysteria in Emma's voice as she says this, barely restrained, and Blaine gives her a pained, concerned look. He says nothing, however, and continues down the hallway to two final doors. One is already open, but when Blaine looks inside, he immediately pops back out, looking disconcerted.

Blaine: "It's Wynona's mom's room. There's no one in there, but it's absolutely piled to the ceiling with takeout boxes. I don't even know who would order all of this, or why. Mrs. [BEEP] is way too careful with their money to allow this kind of spending, and only over four days? That's an insane amount of food."

Emma peeks the camera around the corner. Blaine is right- there are old, rotting boxes of food piled almost to the ceiling, and the cascade of maggots rolling and falling out of these is so great, it would be comical, if it weren't maggots. Emma quickly backs out, shuddering. Her hands are shaking quite a lot as she stamps her feet; Blaine pauses to help swipe the bugs off of her clothes.

Neither says anything as they move on to the final door. Blaine delicately reaches for the door knob, because the door is a writhing mass of persistent flies; even when it slowly pushes inward, none of the bugs will lift off of the door, though the buzzing increases angrily at their interference with the bugs' lives.

The room beyond is so pitch black that Blaine's flashlight seems to refuse to illuminate it. There is a constant movement to the blackness, indicating the walls, floor, and ceiling are all covered in a writhing mass of flies. None of them lift off, but when Blaine puts a hesitant, shaky foot into the room, the buzzing increases, and as his foot descends, the flies scuttle away, though none lift off.

Blaine leads the way, and Emma, making soft noises of disgust and distress, follows in his footsteps. Blaine is breathing hard, trying to control himself and his fear.

As the lighting of the camera adjusts, it becomes clear that there is something lighting up the room, if dimly and poorly.

Emma: "There's some kind of light source in here, but I think it's covered by the flies."

Blaine: "Yeah. If I just-"

Blaine momentarily switches off his camera, and the source of light seems to be coming from just about the center of the room. Blaine switches his light back on and angles it in that direction.

The flashlight seems to illuminate a shape in about that area- a black, writhing shape, as before. The buzzing in the room grows more angry as Blaine and Emma carefully approach; as the floor clears slightly to avoid being squashed by them, the "light" that is struggling to illuminate the space is revealed as a small square of brilliant light.

Emma: "The heck is that?"

Blaine: "Looks like a game."

The camera shows Blaine leaning toward the shape in the room, but Emma is kneeling down somewhat to get a better look at the object on the floor.

Emma: "That's so fucking weird."

Blaine: "What?"

Emma: "It's a video game."

Blaine: "Why is that weird?"

Emma: "Wynona doesn't really go for video games. She's more of a book girl."

Blaine: "Her brother's? Or maybe, her brother's borrowing it from a friend?"

Emma: "Hank is hardcore into sports, and before you ask, Brittany is not interested in games. She's a Drama kid. Her whole life is acting."

Blaine: "So... what are you saying?"

Emma: "I don't... know. I'm going to look at it."

Emma is picking up the video game, holding it as if it might be poisoned, and turning the game over and around. It is nondescript, cheap in appearance, and gray, similar in style, shape, and color to an old handheld console of the '90s, though it sports a bright, LCD screen.

At this point, Blaine takes a step toward the shape in front of Emma, and as he does so, he angles his light toward the flies. They shy away from the beam, revealing what they've been clinging to this whole time.

It is Wynona.

Emma flails and jumps up, just barely biting back a scream. Blaine has turned a nasty shade of green and also stumbled back, barely paying attention to where he steps, his eyes horrified and wide.

Wynona is in a kneeling position in the center of her room, and her eyes are wide open and staring in abject horror toward the ceiling. Her mouth is also wide open, with maggots slowly making their way out of her mouth. Despite the presence of the bugs, she seems barely to have decomposed at all, as if she died very, very recently. As the flies surge over her body, she occasionally jerks about in very tiny movements, though there is no sign of life at all in her body or face.

Emma steps back toward Wynona, and the camera is shaking more violently than before. Her voice is pitched significantly higher, and it is cracked and shaking.

Emma: "Wyn? Oh, my God, Wynona? Please- Wynona? Are you- you have to be alive."

Blaine: "Jesus."

Emma: "Come on, Wyn. Wyn? Oh, my God."

Emma suddenly seems to hit a breaking point, and she lunges at the body, swatting with the handheld game toward Wynona, trying to scare the flies off of her friend's corpse.

Emma: "Get off of her, you disgusting, filthy things!"

Blaine: "Whoa, Emma, hang on, don't do that-"

Emma: "GET OFF OF HER! GET OFF, YOU'RE EATING HER, THAT'S NOT RIGHT-"

Unfortunately, Emma's antics seem to greatly aggravate everything in the room; the flies begin to buzz furiously over everything, and momentarily, Wynona is covered up once more by the writhing mass of bodies. Emma cries out in dismay, and she fumbles for a moment until she takes out her phone and aims her own flashlight toward them, as if brandishing a weapons.

The flies scatter, but Wynona's body also suddenly jerks forward. Her jaw cracks as it is forced open more widely open, and an enormous maggot roughly the size of Wynona's face suddenly forces itself up out of her throat, which convulses and expands almost supernaturally.

Wynona's body jerks around more furiously, and before either Blaine or Emma can do or say anything, the unthinkable happens:

Wynona's torso explodes outwards, towards Emma and the camera.