An Orchard

"This is horrendous!" said Aziraphale when he stepped into cow manure. Again.
"It's nature. Deal with it, Angel."
Crowley wanted to be done with the mission. Nobody told them they would have to deal with a werewolf, a witch and some really dumb trolls. He was over it.
"Oh, look!" said Aziraphale. "An orchard! Maybe we could stay inside the house for a bit and maybe..." he sprinted to the nearest tree, "we can have some apples!" He was already lifting it towards his mouth.
"Don't!" shouted Crowley suddenly. Then he pointed towards the orchard. There were dead bodies everywhere.