She wipes the sweat of her forehead, looking down at the machine in front of her.

She smiles slightly seeing the machine working good as new, as if it wasn't damaged in the first place.

She starts putting all her equipment back in her tool box, until she hears something snap behind her.

She turns around to see it.

It watches her.

Its dead eyes staring into the young farmers own green eyes.

It stands still in the open so that she can see its twisted and disgusting form.

It just continues staring at her.

She shakes her head, thinking it must just be the tiredness kicking in from working most of her lunch.

She turns turns back to look at the chipper, its wheels spinning like a ferris wheel.

Its now standing behind her, staring daggers into the back of her head.

It's still not breathing or blinking.

But it starts moving closer to her, putting its arms up.

It thrusts its arms forward and pushes her into the wood chipper.

It watches her fall into it, hearing her screaming as she falls.

It waves her a goodbye before she lands into the death carnival.

It watches as her body gets crushed in the wheels, her body create thick red chunks of her body and watches as red blood spews out of her crushed and mangled body.

The only sound to be heard is the machine wheels turning and the sound of her body crunching in it.

There is nothing left of her left, only some flesh and her red blood painted on it.

She's dead.

And it vanishes into the hot summer breeze.