The Murder of Crows

| July 5, 2013


The Murder of Crows

When the sky is drenched with death, there is nowhere to hide.
Deep in forest the mutant crows were growing ever restless. Feasting on the indigenous wildlife they had stripped the national park to its very bones. Now their cravings had pushed them in a search for other sources of flesh. Picking off lone walkers and weekend ramblers they had started to satisfy their bloodlust. But now the murder of crows was multiplying and their hunger was increasing, the thirst for human flesh was now too much to bear. Soon they would leave the darkness of their forest to enter the surrounding towns and city. No man woman or child would ever be safe again. The hunters had now become the hunted.


Comments are closed.