Particle Person threw the last of the suitcases into the back of the pick-up truck without really caring if the old locks held out or not. The death of Ichi had particularly shaken him, especially since he'd spent the day trying to control the mob-- the town's bloodlust. He hadn't waited to hear the results of today's 'vote,' instead he slipped away and began to pack, refusing to be part of such a sick 'democracy.'
"Going somewhere, Particle?" A voice declared from behind him. Particle dropped his keys and spun around quickly.
"You're damn right! This town has gone mad, I want nothing more to do with this, with you!" He shouted, looking into the eyes of more than a dozen of his neighbours, "For God's sake, Ichi was your friend!"
"Don't worry, after today you won't have any more to do with any of us." Andrew nodded and the crowd advanced on Particle who didn't hesitate as he gathered his keys and managed to open the door before strong arms pulled him back and lifted him up.
"No! Let me go! I'm Particle person, Not Particle Pod-Person!"
His cries were barely heard over the jeers and cat-calls as Particle was taken to the old apple tree in the centre of town where a noose of rope hung threateningly. Particle's eyes bulged and he screamed for mercy but by now the crowd were taken by blood-lust. The noose wrapped around Paticles neck and still he screamed, his hands were tied and still he screamed, the crowd withdrew and still he screamed.
The platform was knocked away and he didn't scream any more. Several hours later the grisly fruit was picked from the tree and his body examined. His human body.
***
Particle Person was not a pod-person.
It is now night until 1800 tomorrow.
Alien Ripley send me your abduction
MIB send me your guess.
There are now 15 townsfolk and 4 aliens