Seagulls swarmed the panicked crowd, herding them towards the ocean in the hopes that the larger coastal predators might leave behind enough meat for them all to feast upon. By this point is was practically tradition to let the first group of tourists perish and let their meat appease the gulls for the rest of the season.
When the season ended, however, things always took a turn for the worst. The seasulls still needed to feed and with the silence that only a beach in winter can bring, there were so few distractions. Not that many stayed behind long enough experience the gull's hunger at its peak, not that enough survived the off-season to pass on particularly useful strategies that didn't involve luring in city-strung fools for one final trip.
It wasn't just the gulls either, it was the thousands upon thousands of voices carried along the beach all begging for their lives back and the iron-cold chill of their spectral hands grasping at you that made the beach truly inhospitable until the onslaught of fresh blood rolled in like clockwork every summer to drown out their noise and join them in equal measure.
When the season ended, however, things always took a turn for the worst. The seasulls still needed to feed and with the silence that only a beach in winter can bring, there were so few distractions. Not that many stayed behind long enough experience the gull's hunger at its peak, not that enough survived the off-season to pass on particularly useful strategies that didn't involve luring in city-strung fools for one final trip.
It wasn't just the gulls either, it was the thousands upon thousands of voices carried along the beach all begging for their lives back and the iron-cold chill of their spectral hands grasping at you that made the beach truly inhospitable until the onslaught of fresh blood rolled in like clockwork every summer to drown out their noise and join them in equal measure.
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