(Honestly I’m just gonna do flash stories till I drop because I need to get out of my writing slump so forgive me if this stuff is absolute garbage)

The crows are circling above me. I’ve been found. Are they going to kill me like the others? Am I the next victim?

They all start slowly flying down to my direction. I’m certain I’m dead. There’s no way to fight back against the dark bird killers. Absolutely no way.

As the cross land onto me and attack me, my vision fades…

_I lived such a short life… hopefully the next will be better…_