It was a beautiful summer's morning in July on a lonely beach on Gullwing Island, Alaska. The sun was shinning brightly, and the only person in sight was a young man, dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt, running down the beach, periodically checking over his left shoulder. A large grey and white cloud, although keeping its distance, seemed to be following him through the stillness. At one point, as the young man stumbled to his knees, the cloud moved closer. However, he quickly got up, and continued running – panicked.
The next time he fell, exhausted, he was unable to get up. Instantly, a flock of seagulls descended upon him and began viciously pecking away. His screams echoed through the emptiness.