I could tell something was wrong by the sound. It filled the air like someone was running a dishwashing machine, a vacuum cleaner, and a hair dryer inside an unfurnished studio apartment. It sounded wrong in the damp exterior and I couldn’t tell what it was till I came out from under the tree cover and saw the flock of helicopters hanging in the air, perilously close to eachother. The chopping sounds some how harmonzing into a pure white noise. It was one of those strange occurences where you go back inside and turn on the television and there on every channel is the shot taken from the height you looked up at and you form some sort of vast triangle between seeing copters, copters seeing earth and you seeing it all come together on television. Seems two guys got burried alive and the helicopters hung over them like their souls in an out of body experience that explained to me the noise.
