Deep in the Louisiana swamp a green liquid was dripping into the water. This was causing ripples to increase their size as they traveled away from the center splash where the droplet first made contact with the greenish water.
It was not a singular dripping spot. Thousands of spots located within this green fluid were rippling outward against each other to the ragged shoreline In the quietness of the swamp, the combined sound of thousands of drips was almost like it was raining. Mist has a way of making color turn grayish, not quite a black shadow or silhouette, but close enough to have light and mist reflect the muted color. Color is light reflecting off an object. In the muted gray color were the trees with the moss hanging down almost to the black water full of greenish fluid and fallen trees with eerie stumps. Coming into focus were " low to the water" canoes with a crew of four men in each one. Slowly maneuvering the swamp,they hadn't noticed that they were in a direct pathway to the dripping green fluid.
On the banks was an extremely large, full grown gator decomposing with hundreds of butterflies eating on the rotting flesh or flying in and about the immediate area.
Joe was the first one to spot this as canoes were being landed onto the bank. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Did these butterflies actually attack and kill this gator? Mark looked closer at the water and noticed the green dripping fluid oozing from thousands of cocoons completely surrounding them. As the others were looking around the area in disbelief, Mark and Lisa took a closer look at one of the cocoons. Lisa clumsily stepped on an animal trap large enough that it snapped her leg bone in two.
Bob turned to the sound of her leg bone cracking to see Lisa covered in butterflies. Bob screams out, "KILLER BUTTERFLIES... KILLER BUTTERFLIES !!!!" At this moment he raised his double barreled shotgun and aimed it directly towards the killer butterflies now covering Lisa. From Lisa's eyes we can see both barrels pointed directly towards her. She raised her hand out to try and stop the blast from coming her way.
We hear several shotgun blasts and bone chilling screams mixing in the misty dense swamp air. Looking down at the swamp from a birds eye view we hear shotguns going off and the flash of explosive gun powder blasting out of the end of the barrels that can be seen in-between the branches of the cypress trees. Screams of death filled the air, causing the birds that inhabit the swamp to scramble for the safety of flight in all directions.
