Almost there...sure hope this is worth it, Thomas thought as he turned and began to walk down the hill on the right-hand side of Oscar Street, astreet near downtown that was host to Max's Comics, the greatest, and only, comic book store in that little town. It was the day before Thanksgiving, which meant that Thomas had the day off from high school, and he was taking the opportunity to go visit Max's to check and see if they had the latest issue of his favorite comic, Zombiepocalypse; the Halloween episode had been nothing short of amazing, but it had left off on a cliffhanger, and Thomas was practically on tenterhooks to see how the November issue would play out. He walked about a block down the hill, putting him squarely in front of Max's Comics, and turned to the door to find the sign in front of the door: Max's Comics will be CLOSED today in observation of Thanksgiving. Drat, he thought, and kicked at the ground. He would have to wait until Friday, he guessed.
He turned away from the store front and began to walk back uphill, but then froze where he stood. About thirty feet ahead of him stood a large, majestic-looking wild turkey watching him. Wow, he thought watching the turkey back, I haven't seen a turkey like that this far into town before-; his thoughts were cut short by the realization that the turkey was staring at him with an unusual intensity, almost...intelligently. As he noticed this, suddenly the turkey began to walk toward him purposefully. Thomas took a few steps back nervously, then turned around to walk down the hill, only to stop short again. Another turkey was down the hill about twenty feet, walking toward him with the same intense look, and he read maliciousness in the turkey's eyes. He turned his head to the left to look across the street, and he saw two more turkeys across the street walking toward him. He immediately spun facing across the road and backed into the great glass display window and put his fists up to meet them, trying desperately to hide the blind panic welling up inside him. As he did this, the turkeys charged, and his panic began to overcome him. He attempted a swing at one of the turkeys as they approached, but caught only thin air; a moment later, the turkeys were upon him, and he was trapped in a flurry of wings and bird-feet buffeting him. He flailed his arms to shake them off him, but to no avail; he was hemmed in by the turkeys, now too many of them for him to count or track. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any real pain as the turkeys beat him to the ground, only panic and the sensation of being drained of energy. A moment later darkness overcame his vision and he passed out.