Chapter Seven:

The group stood frozen in shock and disbelief, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene as a sense of imminent danger permeated the once serene atmosphere.

As the rhythmic crackles from the plane were heard overhead, the same unsettling sound was suddenly accompanied by impact sounds on the ground nearby, reverberating through the air with a series of ominous thuds.

James, his attention drawn towards the jarring sounds of impact, turned his head in the direction of the unsettling noise, only to be met with a harrowing sight that filled him with a mixture of horror and fear.

As James' eyes followed the trail of small fountains of dirt scattering and falling towards the spot where the father and daughter stood, a sense of dread washed over him, time seeming to slow to a crawl in the face of the unfolding tragedy. 

The surreal scene played out before him as if in a nightmarish dream, his gaze fixed on the father and daughter, their figures framed by an ominous red mist that now enveloped them.

In a heart-wrenching moment frozen in time, the father, cradling his daughter in both arms, stood helpless as their bodies were pierced by an unseen force, the impact of the attack sending shockwaves through the tranquil setting. The sound of their lifeless bodies hitting the ground echoed in James' ears.

The image of the father and daughter, now motionless on the ground, forever etched into his memory. The red mist hung in the air like a grim Spector.