All Alone:
When the Birds were Done
I heard them banging on the doors, windows, and the chimney. Terrified I clung to my mother in a hope that she would provide me with a safe heaven. The birds tried desperately to impregnate our house to peck at our bodies until we died in a bloody mess like our neighbors, the Triggs. Dad does not know but I saw Mr. Trigg's bloodied, trampled, mangled body while we went to retrieve food from the farm house.
The noises outside got louder. The birds had broken through our carcass barrier and were now beating against the wooden planks. I knew then we would not last the night.
My sister, Jill, and I were told to try and sleep by our mother. I may have been young but I was not dumb. I knew my mom was scared beyond belief. Chill gripped me as I heard wood splintering. I knew our time had come.
My mom and sister screamed as we heard several glass windows shattering. The birds were in the house. They filed in flapping wings and emitting ear piercing noises common to their own species. My father sat welcoming his fate with silence as my mom and sister tried to protect themselves and dispel the wings of the killer birds. Panicking I raced around trying to avoid the crazy birds. I saw a cabinet door open and dived for it. Through the crack in the door I watched the birds mutilate and mangle the bodies of my family. I cried for them. I cried for myself. Here I am at the tender age of four watching my family disembodied with no way to help them.
Morning came but not soon enough. Hungry, cramped, and scared I climbed our of the cabinet to find the birds gone except for a few bodies covered in my family's and their own blood. Looking out the window I saw the birds. The looked calm and peaceful in a foreboding way. The looked as if they were guarding the door. I remembered how Dad said it was safe to go outside in the daytime. As I headed to the door the birds followed. When I opened the door they attacked. Shutting the door quickly I retreated into the house.
Days past and I became thinner and thinner. The bodies of my family members began to rot and the smell was sickening. The birds never came into the house nor did they let me leave. My stomach growled and I grew weaker as the days past until I knew my time had come and I lay by my family's rotting bodies, went to sleep, and never woke up.
